"Ah, you've already received your new identity parchment, I see?" Caleb said with a delighted look, his brows lifting slightly in satisfaction as his eyes flicked to the document in my hands.
"Yes. I heard you were the one who arranged it. Thank you," I replied, offering a small but sincere smile.
"Ahh, I was just following His Highness's orders," he said modestly, rubbing his cheek with one finger. Even so, a flicker of pride glinted in his eyes—as if, deep down, he was pleased that his work had been recognized.
"Even so, good work."
I gave him a smile that lingered, warm and appreciative, which made his expression brighten just a little more. It was a rare kind of reaction—someone genuinely happy to be useful, not for gain, but because they believed in what they were doing.
