Kyle was sitting behind his desk. The only light in the room came from the candles scattered all over his room. He was buried in piles of papers and contracts, holding a quill pen and dipping it into an inkwell occasionally as he wrote a letter. He rests his head in his palm and looks exhausted, his red curls falling into his face as he’s barely keeping his eyes open.

Suddenly a knock could be heard from behind the door of king’s chamber. Kyle lifted up his head and fixed his hair. “Enter!”