The Meet

The following morning, Lord Reginald sat at his desk, the familiar landscape of his estate bathed in the soft morning light. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the polished wood, his mind focused on the upcoming diplomatic maneuvers. The formal request he had sent to Valoria was a gamble, one he hoped would shift the balance in Triesenberg's favor.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Enter," Reginald called, turning in his chair to face the door.

Adrian stepped in, carrying a letter sealed with the Valorian crest. His expression was carefully composed, but Reginald could sense the importance of the message he carried. Adrian crossed the room swiftly and placed the letter on the desk.

"My lord, the response from Valoria has arrived," Adrian said.