Lawrence Miller

Evening, after you've returned from your inspection tour, in the small garden along the walking path behind the Ragnes estate. The late roses have fallen, and only the sound of the fountain remains. As you pass through the garden gate, a guest is already seated on the bench beneath the wisteria. A man in his fifties, his silver-streaked hair neatly combed back, wearing a deep navy coat: Lawrence Miller, the true power in the kingdom. Edwin's father. He rode three days from the royal capital without sending word ahead, and not one of the estate's servants could stop him before his coat of arms. Edwin is still at the village hall, balancing the ledgers. When Lawrence sees you, he slowly rises and bows his head at a precise angle. In his hand is an envelope bearing the royal seal.