Within that time, Arthur buried himself in parchment and ink, carefully sketching out models, drafting notes, and revising every line of strategy until no flaw remained. Each day, the study filled with the scratch of his quill and the scent of melted wax, his mind consumed with calculations of production, supply routes, and market influence.
At last, on the morning of the fifth day, Arthur set his quill down. The final page of his plan lay complete, its sharp lines and precise words capturing weeks of foresight compressed into one document.
Then, he reached for the small brass bell at the edge of his desk and rang it once. The clear chime echoed through the chamber. Moments later, the door creaked open and the valet entered, bowing with careful respect.
"Your Majesty."
Arthur's gaze did not leave the sealed parchment. "Summon Klein," he instructed, his tone calm but carrying the weight of command.
