"Is there anything else?"
The voice echoed inside a quiet study, its interior defined by a refined blend of white and deep navy blue, the walls lined with polished panels and subtle gold accents that reflected a restrained sense of authority rather than excess, while a large desk stood at the center, immaculate and imposing, with soft ambient light casting long shadows across the room.
Seated at the head of the desk was a middle-aged man, his posture straight and unmoving, his head full of white hair contrasting sharply against his sharp golden eyes, which remained fixed on the holographic figure projected before him.
Across from him, the image of another middle-aged man shimmered faintly, his expression warm and smiling as he spoke.
"I hope our children are getting along well."
Duke Valecrest did not respond to the sentiment, his expression unchanged as he asked instead, his voice calm and direct.
"Are there any moves from the Valmont Duchy?"
