Baron Adam's office was everything one might expect of a seasoned noble and military man—spartan, efficient, and heavy with the scent of old leather and ink.
The walls were lined with maps, weapon displays, and detailed reports stacked in neat piles across his broad desk.
Behind that desk sat the man himself, tall and iron-faced, his posture rigid and his eyes sharp as a blade honed by decades of war.
The moment Kyle and Lady Rose stepped in, the Baron's gaze fixed on the young man with a weight that could silence most men.
"What do you want from me?"
He asked directly, no pretense, no warm greetings.
Kyle opened his mouth to answer, but Lady Rose was quicker.
"Father! Kyle is here for the position of army commander, as we discussed. There's no need to worry—he is fully up to date with our plans and formations. I've briefed him on everything."
She said, her voice confident and loud.
The Baron's thick brows twitched upward, but Rose wasn't finished.
