Fedrix

"It is with extreme regret that I must inform you that the delegation will be earlier than expected"

"How the hell is that regretful?" Fedrix got up from his bed as his wife read the letter out loud for him

"Honey, the letter was written by none other than Lord Gilfred. He is the one regretting I think" his wife had already prepared for him breakfast, the smell of which had reached his room.

"Eggs?" Fedrix asked as he stood and met his wife.

"Your favorite, dear" his wife answered. Fedrix kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room. Her wife followed suit and later they were now seated on the dining table.

Fedrix, being the new ruler of his father's estate, was conservative in his spending. The lavish mansion that his father bought him was stripped down to that of a meager manor but he couldn't be more happier to live in such a small yet humble place.