Kingsbridge Barony…
The barons house, East Kingsbridge…
Baron Pieter sat in front of his desk in his study, his hands rummaging through the countless stacks of paper on his desk.
Outside the office, the clouds had darkened, a sign of a brewing storm.
Although the full might of the storm had not yet come, rain still descended down the sky, bathing everything with water.
The drops flew at his window, creating pitted-patter sounds as they splashed on the glass, forming snake-like paths as they slid down to the window still.
It was so dark outside, that although it was day, he had a candle lit in his study just so that he could see.
"It's really pouring isn't it?" An old man standing next to him asked.
The man was Cornelius, a butler and advisor that had served the baron before him, his father.
Even after his father's passing, Cornelius had proven to be a loyal servant.
Pieter sighed. "It indeed is. Where is Duke?" He asked, barely raising his head from his table.
