"Today is your last official day at the Royal Colors Dye Establishment, Your Grace." Aiden said, his voice a mixture of professional formality and a hint of sadness. He stood in front of Eric's large, familiar desk in the study, his hands clasped respectfully behind his back.
Eric groaned, not looking up from the final ledger he was signing. "Don't make me remember, Aiden," he said, his own voice heavy with a feeling of deep reluctance. "I am about to put this entire company, my life's work, into your care. The thought alone is giving me a headache."
Aiden smiled, a genuine, confident expression. "And as I have promised you before, I will not let you down, Your Grace. I will protect it with my life."
Eric nodded, finally set the pen down and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes. He nodded, a gesture of trust. "I know you will."
