Vlad lounged back in his chair, one long finger tapping rhythmically on the ebony desk. His gaze was fixed on an ivory box resting in the center of the table. Ivory, often referred to as white gold, was a rare and precious material. Boxes carved from the material were often masterpieces adorned with intricate depictions of beasts or flora. This box, however, was modest in comparison. It featured a simple image of a swing hanging from a tall tree with delicate half-moon vines etched beneath—refined and elegant, yet not the work of a master artisan.
Vlad’s finger stilled. Sensing someone approach, his ashen eyes slowly shifted to the door.
“Her Ladyship has arrived!” the sentry announced.
Vlad quickly slid the box into a drawer and stood up. The tense, oppressive atmosphere in the room dissipated in an instant like a fire igniting in the gloom.
