Alfraed sat in the study room, its walls adorned with tapestries and gilded frames, surrounded by King Godric, Garett, the prime minister, and a pair of attentive staff members who stood silently at the back, ready to take notes. The air was thick with the scent of leather-bound books and polished wood, creating an atmosphere of gravitas.
"Alfraed Logick," began Garett, his tone deliberate and measured. "As agreed upon, you are to become the lord of a freshly established territory, as well as another that has recently been vacated by an... executed lord," he stressed the last word, casting a watchful glance at Alfraed, hoping to quell any thoughts of a similar fate.
"Have you settled on a name for these territories?" Garett inquired, leaning forward slightly in anticipation.
"Indeed, I have given it considerable thought, Your Excellency," Alfraed replied, his voice steady yet imbued with a hint of excitement.
