The dim light in Marcellus's room in the capital city cast soft shadows against the walls. Lithia, his dark elf personal maid, stood near the door, her crimson eyes calm and composed.
"Master Marcellus, Master Cedric is here."
Marcellus, seated by his desk, glanced up from a letter, already knowing why his younger brother had come.
"Okay, let him in."
The door swung open as Cedric strolled in, his usual confident smirk in place.
"Yo, big brother."
Marcellus sighed, rubbing his temple. "What now, Cedric?"
Cedric waved a letter in his hand before tossing it onto the table. "Hmm? You didn't get Father's letter from Lithia? I got mine from Meira here."
From behind Cedric, Meira—a stunning catfolk maid—stood silently, her tail flicking lazily. She gave a polite nod to Lithia before stepping back, waiting patiently.
Marcellus picked up his own letter and tapped the parchment against the desk.