The sky’s white light intruded in Lord Chamberlain’s parlour through the open windows, sparing no corner in the room of the warmth the spring sun provided. An uncaring breeze strolled in through the windows, but relinquished any further destination when it came across a large wooden table, fit for no less than kings.
A blonde man, ethereal in stature, was wearing an honest smile when his butler intruded to announce that Lord Rupert Callaghan had arrived. He quickly rose from his seat and withdrew another for his long-time friend.