"How could I be? I've been quite busy lately."
Under the gaze of the silent Document Officer, Anvis casually placed the confidential intelligence back on the tray and smiled at Fiona.
"However, the ripples of fate brought me a revelation: you might need some help soon."
"I wouldn't dare trouble Your Grace, Fiona can take care of herself."
Unhurriedly placing a governmental document onto the pile of reviewed ones, Fiona slightly puffed her cheeks, her lake-blue eyes fixed on Anvis, embodying an image of the dignified Duchess.
"Alright, I believe that."
Seeing the hint of dissatisfaction beneath the polite demeanor of the young girl, Anvis found it amusing and waved his sleeve, signaling all the administrative staff and maids in the City Lord Hall to leave.
As everyone exited, the towering bronze doors creaked shut. Anvis walked over to Fiona's desk, the hem of his black silk robe curling, casually leaning on it.
