|| Ian ||

I look at myself in the mirror one last time before I leave my room.

“General, the envoy has been waiting in the living room for almost forty minutes”

br@ndon reports as we walk throu-gh the hallway.

“Hmm” I hummed.

“Though, I had the maids attend to him awaiting your arrival”

“Hmm” I hummed again.

He didn’t say anything more, he kept quiet and follows me silently.

I adjust my mask and we enter the living room, the envoy stands up immediately he sees me. He should be in his forties or late-thirties.

He reaches out his hand for a handshake, I clasps his hand.

“I finally...