As Duke Edric Blackwood approached the grand entrance of his ancestral estate, the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the intricately carved stone façade. His dark coat flared slightly with each purposeful step, the emblem of House Blackwood glinting in the fading light. He walked with measured steps, flanked by his trusted advisors, their hushed voices barely rising above the soft crunch of gravel underfoot.
“Ensure the reports from the northern territories are prepared for review by morning.” Edric instructed, his deep voice steady yet commanding.
“Yes, my lord.” One of his advisors replied, jotting notes on a leather-bound ledger, the sun glinting off his spectacles.
“Ensure the shipments arrive by the end of the week,” Edric continued, his voice stays steady and stern. “We cannot afford delays, especially with the harvest festival approaching.”
“Ensure that the town guard is reinforced before the festival. We can’t have any disruptions.” Edric instructed, his sharp gaze fixed ahead.
“Of course, my lord.” One advisor replied, hastily scribbling notes. “I’ll ensure that all are notified by dawn.”
As he entered the lavish foyer, adorned with rich tapestries and golden chandeliers, Edric's gaze fell upon a familiar figure waiting near the grand staircase. A subtle glimpse of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he recognized the person, someone whose presence brought him both comfort and intrigue.
“Ah, there you are.” He said, his tone shifts with a hint of warmth as he steps forward, momentarily drawing his men’s attention away. “I was hoping to find you here. Have you come to discuss the preparations for the festival?” Edric’s voice softened ever slightly as he approaches, the warmth of their friendship evident in his expression. “I trust your journey was uneventful?” He added, his keen eyes searching for any sign of distress as he gestured for you to come closer.