Six Weeks After Duke Coronation - Duke's Study
"You have a visitor, Your Grace," Draven's secretary announced. "Duchess Redwyn. She says it's regarding the restoration of House Redwyn's holdings."
Draven looked up from his reports. Duchess Redwyn. The wife of the executed Lord Edmund Redwyn.
"Send her in."
The woman who entered was striking. Mid-forties, perhaps. Dark hair with threads of silver. Dressed impeccably in mourning clothes that somehow managed to be both somber and elegant. Her posture was perfect. Her expression composed.
"Your Grace," she said, offering a respectful bow. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
"Duchess Redwyn. Please, sit."
She did. Gracefully. Hands folded in her lap. Waiting for him to speak first.
"I'm surprised to see you," Draven said carefully. "Your husband was executed for conspiracy against the Crown. I would assume House Redwyn's holdings would be forfeit."
