"Your Grace, the snow has already started falling earlier than expected this year," Maurice began, turning slightly in his seat to face him. "I believe this conference of the provinces needs to be concluded as quickly as possible. Once the mountain passes freeze and the roads become blocked, it will be exceedingly difficult for us to return to Varos in a timely manner."
"Yes, we discussed that very concern during today's session. I expect we will be convening the final assembly by the end of this week. A formal letter informing His Majesty has already been dispatched," Damian replied, adjusting the muffler higher around his neck to block out the chill.
He looked at his loyal bodyguard, his brow furrowing slightly in disapproval. "I instructed you to rest today, Maurice. Yet here you are, coming all this way to pick me up when you returned only last night."
"Your Grace, I am trained for this. Please, do not worry for my sake," Maurice said softly.
