The winter sun hung low, its pale light glinting across the frost that still clung to the mansion's garden. Trafalgar stood ready, dressed in his dark travel clothes. Arthur waited beside him, posture firm despite the morning chill.
"Arthur," Trafalgar said evenly, "I'm leaving Euclid in your hands. If anything important happens, you're to come straight to me. The maid should've given you the address already. And remember—on the first of every month, I expect you in person with a report."
Arthur bowed his head slightly. "Understood, Lord Trafalgar."
"Good." Trafalgar's gaze sharpened. "And don't forget to train your men. A city without strength is a city waiting to fall. Euclid can't afford another disaster. Make sure your guards are capable."
Arthur straightened his back, his voice firm. "They'll be ready. I'll see to it myself."
Trafalgar gave a single approving nod. "See that you do."
