The Rightest Thing He Had was Done

The door to his study was pushed open, and Edmund entered, carrying a black mahogany case. Alexander's eyebrow arched at the sight of it. He set his teacup down on the crowded table with a soft clink. His fingers gently brushed the rim as he reached for the parchment at the very top of a precarious stack of other parchments.

The duties of a king never slept.

"Your Majesty," Edmund gave a respectful bow, as he carefully placed the case on the polished table, spaces away from the parchment pile. It was a sword case. "Lord Teaton sent this." He said and unlatched the box. Alexander opened it and was immediately impressed. The sword was a beautiful piece.

Alexander rose to his feet, his gaze staying on the weapon. The sword's hilt was an elegant blend of black and gold with a diamond at the top. The interior of the case was lined with rich, red velvet, and was soft to his touch. Alexander let his fingers brush against the soft lining before moving to the blade itself. The cool metal felt