Disclaimer: sexual scene ahead. Read at your own risk.
Ryan paced the room, his mind consumed by worry. His gaze fell upon Davis. "Any word from Thorne?" Ryan asked, his voice laced with concern. "I'm starting to feel uneasy."
Davis offered a reassuring smile. "No word yet, Your Grace, but I'm confident he's fine. Thorne is a tough nut to crack."
Ryan chuckled, a forced sound that did little to dispel his anxiety. "I suppose you're right," he muttered, his eyes drifting to the window.
"Regarding the letter we received this afternoon, Your Grace," Davis began, his tone shifting to a more serious note, "when would you like me to commence preparations?"
Ryan pondered for a moment, his mind racing. "After we've put together the discussions with Byron in place for the investigation, you can start the preparations. It'll make things smoother by morning."
"As you wish, Your Grace," Davis replied, his voice respectful.