Commander Colt walked into the room and he bowed his head.
His eyes looked at the man in the mask. "Lord," Commander Colt's voice was low as if he was showing his respect.
The man removed his mask as he walked toward the table. The study room was spacious and the ambiance was serious. He placed the mask on the table as he sat on the chair. His eyes turned sharp as he kept his hand on the table and leaned forward.
"Duke Christopher Beaumont had a smile on his face as if he was in a good mood but the deadliness in his eyes told another story. He was not happy at all. Something was bothering him and he was determined to act on it.
"Colt," Duke Christopher's tone was low but it gave a chill to Commander Colt. He nodded his head in a hurry.