Knock, knock!
A sharp, deliberate knock echoed across the polished marble floor of the chamber, breaking the quiet stillness that had settled like a soft blanket.
Damien's eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze drifted toward the grand double doors.
Who dares disturb me now?
He had made it very clear—no one was to bother him unless the situation was critical.
Still seated, he didn't rise. Instead, his voice rang out in an indifferent, almost lazy tone.
"Who is it?"
For a moment, silence.
Then, from the other side, a familiar raspy voice trickled through the door like smoke curling under a sealed crack.
"It is me, your humble servant—Norman."
Damien's expression eased, the edge in his eyes softening.
Norman.
A rather strange discovery, that one.
