Sienna led everyone upstairs to the study.
The room had been prepared earlier by Harold. It was not large, and compared to the libraries of truly wealthy noble houses, it was almost painfully modest, yet it contained what mattered most. Several shelves held a small collection of books, their leather covers worn from years of use, and on the desk rested neatly arranged stacks of paper, ink, and writing tools.
For Sienna, that was more than enough.
A kingdom could be rebuilt from land and grain, but plans were born first on paper.
As her eyes fell upon the writing pen, she paused in surprise.
The pen was crafted from polished animal bone, pale and smooth, with a metal tip fitted into the end. It looked like a strange marriage between two eras, as though an ancient artisan and a modern engineer had shaken hands across time.
The paper, however, was less impressive.
