When Michael stepped into his modest living room, the first thing he saw was a slender, middle-aged man seated calmly on the couch.
The man immediately rose to his feet upon seeing him, his posture impeccable and his manner refined. He wore a formal dark tunic lined with silver threading—simple, but of unmistakably high quality. His greying hair was slicked back.
The man bowed slightly.
"Viscount Mic," he greeted with a courteous smile. "It is an honor. I've been sent by His Grace to assist with the design of your house symbol."
Michael studied him briefly. The man's words were respectful, but not obsequious. He carried himself with the air of someone used to dealing with nobility—but not one who bowed too deeply.
A professional.
Michael inclined his head slightly. "You may rise. What should I call you?"
"Lucien, my lord," the man replied.
Michael stepped further into the room, motioning for Lucien to sit as he took the opposite chair.
