Far away, in the Duchy of Salvos, Duke Phillips sat in his private study with a porcelain cup in hand. He took a slow sip of coffee and let out a satisfied breath.
"What an exquisite taste," he murmured. "I really love this blend."
After the chaos of war, the political storms, the marriage alliance, and Ethan's troublesome visit to the capital, his nerves had been stretched thin. For the first time in a long while, there was no urgent report, no screaming messenger, and no terrifying news.
"Haa…" Duke Phillips leaned back in his chair and smiled faintly. "Such a rare moment of peace. I should enjoy it while it lasts."
Sunlight filtered through the large window, illuminating the garden outside. Birds chirped softly, and a gentle breeze stirred the leaves. Everything felt calm and ordinary.
"What a pleasant day," he said to himself. "Perhaps it's time I dump my work on Roen and take Emma on a vacation."
