It was just among day. Another long winter's day where the sun doesn't rise in his northern territory. Where the snow is so high the groundmen have to constantly work in shifts to keep a walkway clear for staff to come in the morning and leave at night safely. Another day of silence. Just as Duke Mordecai Reeves of the far northern territory prefers it.

The staff are staying far from his study, so the only sounds that greet his ears are the faint ticking of the clock, the soft sound of his quill on thee paper, and the pops and crackles of the fire as it dance in the fireplace. He reaches for his tea cup and finds it empty. A faint grumble.

His silver gaze drift to the bell cord, considering summoning on of the servants to fetch him another cup but decided against it. He'd get it himself later once thee staff were gone for the day. He could avoid them that way.