Edward sat behind his desk, several documents spread neatly before him. The morning light entered through the tall windows of the office, casting soft lines across the polished wooden floor. The room carried the quiet weight of authority. Maps of the northern region hung along one wall, marked with ink that showed trade routes, mine outputs, and border patrol movements. A large weapon rack was mounted on the opposite wall, holding swords, spears, and several daggers arranged with precise order. The air smelled faintly of ink and metal.
Then a knock sounded at the door.
Edward did not look up immediately. "Enter."
The door opened, and Thaleia stepped inside. She closed it carefully behind her before walking forward and bowing. "My Lord Marquis, you summoned me."
