Duke Thompson's Residence
It was still early the next morning when the Chancellor's carriage rolled into the inner courtyard of Duke Thompson's estate. The guards saluted crisply, and Steward Muman guided the esteemed guest into the drawing room, where Duke Thompson was already waiting—dressed in dark green velvet, his graying beard neatly trimmed.
"Lord Bultain," Duke Thompson greeted with a measured bow, offering a seat. He had been shocked to receive word that Lord Bultain had come to visit. After all, he and the Chancellor were, at best, mere acquaintances.
"This visit so early—it must be important," Duke Thompson commented after Lord Bultain had sat.
The Chancellor returned the gesture with formality. "Indeed, Your Grace. I bring a matter of delicate urgency from His Majesty."
Duke Thompson raised a brow, intrigued. "I'm listening."
