Eldric sat calmly in his office with his eyes fixed on the blue sky outside. Everything was serene. The servants went about their day and everything seemed to be going well.
All except something in Eldric's gut that told him that something somewhere was amiss, he just couldn't see it.
Sometimes he would glance at the paperwork on his table before glancing away to glance back through the large open windows of his office at the topmost floor of his mansion. The sunlight filtered in through the sheer curtains, illuminating the polished mahogany furniture and casting faint golden streaks across the floor. Everything looked perfect — yet that very perfection made the unease in his chest twist even tighter.
Soon he could no longer remain seated as he slowly got on his feet intending to pour himself a drink. His chair creaked softly as he pushed it back, the air heavy with the scent of old wood and ink.
