Brandon stood in front of the tall mirror, adjusting his hair.
The faint morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room.
He straightened his collar, making sure his appearance was neat.
Knock, knock.
Hearing the knock on the door, he spoke "Come in,"
The door opened smoothly, revealing Calista von Aubrecht.
She stepped inside with her usual grace and met his eyes in the reflection in the mirror.
"My Lord," she greeted softly, her tone holding both respect and quiet concern. "Are you leaving today?"
Brandon turned to face her and gave a slow nod "Yes as I said, I'll be gone for a while."
She lowered her head "I see… Then, as you instructed before, I will continue overseeing the matters of the Church while you're away."
He walked closer and smiled faintly "I trust you, Calista. Look after everything here. If anything happens, you know how to reach me."
Her eyes softened at his words as being entrusted so deeply by him was no small thing.
