Guardsman Corps

The heavy oak door swung open, breaking the silence of Alberto's private office.

Alberto, seated at his desk, was engaged in an unusual task: trying to balance the tip of a pen on his fingertips, his brow furrowed in concentration.

The scene was so bizarre that Elizabeth paused for a moment, a hint of amusement on her lips. She cleared her throat delicately, and Alberto's head spun, the pen falling to the desk.

"Elizabeth," he said, his voice calm but with a hint of embarrassment. "I didn't hear you coming."

"Your Majesty," she replied, a hint of subtle mockery in her voice. "I see you… practicing your skills. A new hobby, isn't it?"

Alberto leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes narrowing playfully. "A ruler must have many skills, Elizabeth. Even in trivial matters. Now, what brings you here at this time?"