The antique clock in the office emitted faint and regular ticks, its hand just past nine.
Lanci didn't pay attention to the time, he was idly passing the morning hours in stark contrast to the vernal sunshine outside, everything around him was tranquil and orderly due to his presence.
Until a soft knock sounded on the office door, followed by Pranay's voice from outside, "Mr. Rocky, Miss Cloris seeks an audience."
"Come in."
Lanci raised his head, looking towards the door, his voice serene and amicable.
The door slowly opened, with Pranay standing respectfully at the entrance, followed by a woman of extraordinary temperament who entered the room.
She was still dressed in a noble hunting attire and well-fitted trousers, her intricately woven hair resting on her shoulders, only more formal than before.
"Principal Rocky, it's been over a month since we last met."
Duchess Cloris removed her hat and sat opposite Lanci's desk, sighing.