Duke Envoy and Calista Message
Kael sat at his desk, the morning sunlight spilling through the windows of his study.
Gerald stood before him, a stack of parchment in his hands and a concerned expression etched into his face.
"My lord," Gerald began, his tone steady but tinged with unease, "we've received confirmation. The merchants from the Duke's territory will arrive in two days. They will be accompanied by a Duke's envoy."
Kael's brow furrowed, his fingers drumming lightly on the surface of his desk. "An envoy," he repeated, his voice calm but heavy with thought. "And they're arriving with the merchants?"
"Yes, my lord," Gerald confirmed. "It's highly likely they're coming in response to the situation with the Elstrand territory."
Kael leaned back in his chair, his gaze distant as he considered the implications.
Capturing the Elstrand barony had been a calculated risk, and he had anticipated repercussions.