Under Revision: Peeping Tom

The dimly lit chamber was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, casting long shadows on the walls as Helena sat at her intricately carved desk. The ornate quill in her hand hovered above a blank sheet of parchment as she contemplated the weight of the task before her.

After Sir Valentino had taken his leave, Helena had summoned Eric to her office. The air was heavy with anticipation as she began to explain her intentions.

"Eric," she began, her voice calm but resolute, "I need to draft a will."

Eric, her trusted advisor, raised an eyebrow in surprise. "A will, Your Grace? May I inquire as to the reason behind this decision?"

Helena leaned forward, her gaze fixed on a distant point. "I've been entrusted with a mission, Eric," she explained. "A mission that carries great risk and uncertainty. It involves matters of the utmost secrecy and importance."