Standing on the balcony of the Valor manor, Mordret looked at the vast expanse of the Mirror Lake stretching in front of him. The sun was rising, and the tranquil waters were starting to glisten with a beautiful golden light. Far in the distance, the magnificent silhouette of the great castle rose from the golden glow, looking like something out of a fairy tale.
It was a beautiful sight, despite the hazy curtain of the falling rain obscuring it.
Mordret smiled, enjoying the view.
He drank his morning coffee in silence, not thinking about anything in particular. These quiet minutes at dawn were the only time he got to spend at peace — later in the day, he was always busy with work, solving urgent problems and interacting with countless people.
Those problems were engaging and enjoyable in and of themselves, but it was a different kind of pleasure.
