Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 8: Chapter 7: Duke Braemar's Abrupt Departure / A Letter to the King

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Chapter 7: Duke Braemar's Abrupt Departure / A Letter to the King Duke Alastair Braemar hurried down the stairs after leaving Beira’s room and made his way into his study, nodding to his advisor, Micah, as he entered the room. He walked over to his desk and sat down before pulling a piece of parchment out of one of the drawers. He grabbed a pen and dipped it into the inkwell, then began to write, quickly penning a letter. After several minutes of writing he stopped, placed his pen back into its holder and read over what he had written. Nodding to himself with satisfaction, he grabbed a pinch of drying powder and sprinkled it over the page, before blowing the excess off. He pulled out an envelope and addressed it to ‘His Royal Majesty Malcolm Dunkeld’. Placing the letter into the envelope and using the candle on his desk, he sealed it, pressing his signet ring into the seal before the wax cooled. Walking over to his advisor’s desk, he handed the letter to Micah. “Micah, I need you to deliver this to the king as fast as you can,” the Duke said seriously. “Of course, Your Grace, I’ll see it done with all due haste,” Micah stated as he accepted the letter with a formal bow that causes the bangs of his teal hair to fall slightly into his face. “Does Your Grace require an escort for your journey?” he asks, a frown creeping onto his face. “I can arrange for some of our best guardsmen to accompany you on your journey.” “Nay, they need to be here making sure that Beira is safe, that is what’s most important, plus I’ll move faster on my own. I’m requesting that soldiers be sent by the king in order to keep the lands outside of Lochavrai safe, but all of our guards will be needed to keep the keep and the surrounding city safe.” The Duke explained. “While I’m thinking about it, post two guards outside my daughter’s room with instructions to only let in her personal maid and her mother…” he paused. “And Dr. Tilson, who should be arriving shortly.” “It will be done, Your Grace.” Micah said stiffly as he bowed again. With that, Duke Braemar walked out of the office, briskly making his way down the hall and into one of the reading rooms where the Duchess sat, reading a book next to the fireplace. After bending down to give her a kiss, he briefly laid out what Beira had told him and his plans for the next few days. Nodding thoughtfully, she placed a hand softly on the Duke’s cheek before standing and embracing him in a warm hug. “Stay safe on the roads, my love,” she said after breaking the hug. “I will, dear. Worry not,” he says, kissing her on the lips. “At the first sign of danger, I’ll return. No sense in stirring up trouble until we know there is something worth stirring.” With that, he patted her reassuringly on the shoulder before turning and leaving the room. He made his way out of the main building of Braemar Keep, swiftly arriving at the stables where Jonah, the keep’s stable master, had a large chestnut stallion waiting, already tacked up and ready to go. “Thank you for getting Goliath ready to go on such short notice, Jonah,” Duke Braemar said with a smile, giving the horse a quick pat on the shoulder. “Anytime, Your Grace,” Jonah replied cheerily as he bowed to his lord. “Goliath was a bit frisky this morning, almost as if he knew you were going to be taking him out today.” “He knows when there is work to do,” the Duke said as he climbed into the saddle. Giving a curt nod of satisfaction to Jonah, Duke Braemar spurred Goliath into action, thundering toward the outer gate of the keep which opened as he approached. As soon as he cleared the gates, he took off at full speed, thundering down the road. ****************************************************************** Micah sighed, looking down at the letter in his hand after the Duke left the room. Glancing at the clock on the far wall, he silently calculated the time it would take him to get to the King’s castle and back, concluding that it would be well past dinner time before he co