Hearing this, Asher nodded with a small smile as he spoke. "Perfect. This couldn't have happened at a better time," he stated as he rose from his bed with a stretch.
He casually dismissed Lyra with a wave of his hand and stepped into the bathroom. He hadn't bathed since waking up, and since he would be leaving the estate soon, he had to freshen up. It wasn't just about appearances, it was about etiquette and representation. A Wargrave didn't step outside looking anything less than pristine.
Asher stood before the mirror, drying his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he dressed. This time, he wore a well-fitted black jacket adorned with the Wargrave Ducal Household insignia, embroidered in silver thread. Anyone who saw him in that outfit would instantly think he was royalty, perhaps even a prince.
