[Leif's POV — Thorenvald Estate, Office]
We all gathered in my office, the tension thick. Baron Sigurd stepped forward, placing a folded letter on my desk with utmost care.
"This is the letter, my lord," he said, bowing his head.
I leaned to look at the letter before glancing at Alvar. He stood beside me, tall and steady, the eternal wall of calm in this hurricane of politics. He scanned the parchment and said quietly, "It indeed bears your seal, Crown Prince."
Crown Prince Arden frowned and strode forward, his cloak flaring slightly. "Let me see it."
Sirella leaned in, her eyes narrowing as both siblings inspected the paper. Their brows furrowed in unison.
"When did you receive this letter?" Arden asked Baron Sigurd.
"It has been six months, my lord," Sigurd replied firmly.
Sirella's gaze flickered toward me, sharp like a hawk. "That was exactly the time you had your… disagreement with us, Leif."
Oh!
