Time soon passed, and Julian found himself buried in the endless duty of his position as Duke. His days were filled with stacks of documents, each requiring his approval, revision, or rejection. He barely had time for anyone, let alone casual conversation.
One afternoon, as he went through a set of export records, a strange document caught his eye. Unlike the others, this one wasn't just paperwork—it was a formal letter of complaint. His brows furrowed as he read:
"To the esteemed Duke of Easvil,
We regret to inform you that the most recent shipment failed to meet the agreed-upon quantity. The delivered goods were significantly less than what was promised in our contract. We hereby request the duchy to address this matter appropriately and provide a refund or replacement as per the terms of our agreement."
