Osiris Lawless sat at his desk, one hand cradling a cup of tea while the other lazily flipped through a folder of reports.
The pale morning light streamed through the tall windows of his office, glinting faintly off the medals and sigils pinned to the far wall. His office was quiet, save for the faint scratching of a quill from his assistant in the outer chamber.
That quiet shattered in an instant.
Raised voices rang out from beyond the door, angry, and growing closer. The muffled tones of his guards trying to calm someone were drowned beneath a single, thunderous voice.
"Osiris!"
The door slammed open without so much as a knock, banging against the wall with a force that rattled the frames of the maps hanging nearby.
A tall man strode in, his tailored coat sweeping around him like a storm wind. His dark hair was slicked back, the streaks of silver near his temples doing nothing to dull the sheer force of his presence.
