Morning light streamed through the high stained-glass windows of the royal office, scattering shades of red, gold, and blue across the polished stone floor. The colors shifted slowly as the sun moved across the sky, projecting irregular patterns onto the large, dark wooden desk where Morgana sat. Stacks of documents were arranged around her with almost obsessive precision, each set secured by seals or tapes indicating different sectors of the kingdom's administration. Despite the sheer volume of papers, there was no disorder. Everything there reflected exactly the kind of mind that analyzed them.
Morgana held an open report before her, one hand supporting her chin thoughtfully in the other. Her eyes scanned line by line with silent attention, absorbing every detail written by the agents who had compiled the information. Her expression wasn't exactly irritated, but there was a visible weight in her gaze, something between weariness and strategic calculation.
