Letter to lord

Somewhere in the province, far away from the village.

In the city of Yamusi, in a lavish mansion, Lord Kaidren Dracheon's private study reflected the power of its owner. Ancient tapestries depicting dragon hunts adorned walls of polished mahogany, while crystalline orbs of magical light cast a warm glow over the room. The Lord himself sat on the ground before a small table. He sat on the floor with his legs crossed.

His fingers, adorned with rings of office and power, traced the elegant script of Vale's letter. The parchment bore his trusted knight's personal seal – a sword crossed with a feather, indicating both urgent and private correspondence.

"So," he murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, "the woman from the village bore fruit after all." He remembered Sera – her quiet dignity, her unusual beauty. Something about her had drawn him that night, something more than mere physical attraction. Perhaps now he understood why.

[Private Correspondence from Knight-Commander Vale]

My Lord,

The rumors regarding your son in Riverbrook Village are true. The boy, named Jorgan, bears such striking resemblance to your younger self that recognition was immediate. He carries himself with remarkable poise and displays an innate nobility that cannot be attributed to his humble upbringing alone.

More pressing, however, is the matter of mysterious visitors who appeared in a flash of light. Their vessel and attire are unlike anything in our known world. I've secured them for questioning, but communication has proved impossible due to an unknown language.

Your guidance is needed on both matters.

Your faithful servant,

Vale

Kaidren leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. The mention of mysterious visitors would normally command his immediate attention, but it was the boy that intrigued him most. He had other sons, of course – three legitimate heirs from his marriage to Lady Mego. Yet something in Vale's description stirred his curiosity.

"Remarkable poise," he repeated Vale's words. "Innate nobility." Coming from his battle-hardened knight, such observations carried weight.

He reached for fresh parchment, his signet ring glinting as he wrote his response.

He sealed the letter with a drop of wax, pressing his personal seal into it – a dragon coiled around a sword. As he watched his messenger depart with the response, Kaidren's thoughts returned to that night in the village years ago. There had been something special about Sera, something that had called to his blood.

"Well, my unexpected son," he mused aloud, "let's see if you truly carry the Dracheon legacy."

The magical lights in his study flickered slightly, responding to the subtle surge of power that accompanied his words. Lord Kaidren smiled, anticipating the coming days with the keen interest of a predator who has discovered something new in his territory.

The pieces were moving on the board, and for the first time in years, he felt truly curious about the outcome.