Lord Arclight." The captain nodded. "Here to see Lady Seraphina?"
"Actually, I'm here to see the Duke. Is he available?"
The guards exchanged glances. "The Duke doesn't usually take unscheduled visitors..."
"Tell him it's about his daughter's future. And the Arclight succession."
That got their attention. One guard disappeared inside. Returned five minutes later.
"The Duke will see you. Follow me."
Draven was led through marble halls lined with family portraits and battle trophies. Past servants who bowed respectfully. Into a private study that smelled of old books and pipe smoke.
Duke Valerius sat behind a massive desk. Sixty years old, silver hair, sharp eyes that missed nothing. Built like he'd been a warrior in his youth—still was, probably. A-Rank light mage. Combat veteran. Political heavyweight.
"Lord Arclight." Valerius gestured to a chair. "This is unexpected. Please, sit."
Draven sat. Direct eye contact. No deference.
"Thank you for seeing me, Duke Valerius."
