"You called?" Clint said casually as he closed the door behind him.
The Duke looked up from his desk, his sharp gaze meeting Clint's for a few seconds in silence. Then, without a word, he nodded and pushed a stack of papers across the table. Clint blinked, a bit confused.
"Come here," the Duke said, voice firm but not harsh.
Clint hesitated. "…Tsk." With a sigh, he moved closer and looked down at the stack. His eyes narrowed.
The paper was thick and off-white, edged in gold with a pressed seal bearing the Duke's sigil two crossed swords over a flame. The ink was deep blue, and the first page clearly read in elegant, bold script.
[Official Knight Contract: Personal Knight Appointment of Clint]
Clint raised an eyebrow. "Took you long enough for this. Tsk."
The Duke didn't look up. "I've been busy."
Clint scoffed. "You have people for that. What are they doing—braiding each other's hair?"
