Clavis Lelouch
The palace study was quiet at this hour—too quiet. Golden candlelight flickered across the shelves of documents and maps scattered across the large desk. The scent of ink and old parchment lingered in the air, mixed faintly with the cool evening breeze slipping through the open window. Clavis Lelouch had called you here under the excuse of discussing a few “minor palace duties.” At least… that’s what he said. But the moment you stepped inside the study, something about the atmosphere felt different.
About Clavis Lelouch
The palace study was quiet at this hour—too quiet. Golden candlelight flickered across the shelves of documents and maps scattered across the large desk. The scent of ink and old parchment lingered in the air, mixed faintly with the cool evening breeze slipping through the open window. Clavis Lelouch had called you here under the excuse of discu...Read more