In the topmost floor of the Tower, Deputy Commander Brandon of the Royal Guard was seated at his large desk. He wore chunky glasses and was immersed in examining a pile of documents that had arrived from distant places.
With a flurry, Roy entered, clutching a bunch of ancient-looking papers.
Brandon shifted his attention from the shimmering virtual screen before him. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked, pushing up his glasses for a clearer view.
"Has Luther made his way down yet?" A tinge of anxiety colored Roy's voice. He had some crucial matters to share with Luther.
Brandon responded with a mild, reassuring smile. "Not as of now. Isn't His Majesty having a discussion with your SRD's Kestrel today? Luther is accompanying her."
Holding tightly to his documents, Roy took a few anxious steps, then chose to sit on the plush couch facing the desk.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!