Florian grabbed the stack of letters handed to him that morning, the seal of each duke unmistakable on their envelopes. His expression soured the moment he saw the names Alexandrius and Alaric scrawled on two of them. Without hesitation, he scoffed and tossed those aside with a sharp flick of his wrist.
He wasn't in the mood to read empty words from men he didn't trust.
But one letter caught his attention—a finely pressed envelope bearing the crest of House Skyshroud.
"Duke Elara?" he murmured, brows knitting slightly. He recalled her telling him, before the summit had ended, that she had something in mind for him. A task, if memory served right.
'I wonder what she meant by that...' the thought lingered, brushing against the haze of exhaustion still clinging to his mind.
Curiosity piqued, he carefully tore the envelope open.
To His Highness, Prince Florian,
