Morning light filtered through the tall windows of Alaric's room, painting everything in shades of gold and pale amber. Dust motes drifted through the beams.
Alaric sat at his desk, surrounded by letters that lay scattered across the polished wood surface. His crimson eyes moved from one to the next, tracking information like a predator tracking prey.
Responses to all of the ones he sent earlier.
Each one agreeing.
A sly smirk tugged at his lips.
His gaze shifted to a different set of documents... the auction papers. Everything arranged with bureaucratic precision that would make the whole affair seem legitimate, official and real.
He leaned back in his chair, and he exhaled slowly.
"Now all I need is to wait for—"
Knock! Knock!
The sound cut through his words, sharp and precise.
"Enter."
The door opened to reveal one of the household maids. She stepped inside and dipped into a quick bow.
"My lord, someone is here to see you. He says you're expecting him."
