81 Gavriel Frostbour

His focus shifted from the documents upon learning of your arrival through his aide. A gleam of excitement lit up his eyes, celebrating the safe return of his eldest sibling after two years of war-induced separation. Swiftly leaving his office, he headed towards the west wing of the mansion, your residence. The journey from the main building to the west wing took nearly 20 minutes, a customary duration given the mansion's size. Panting, he positioned himself behind the closed door of your chamber. Nervously pacing back and forth in the hallway, he deliberated whether to knock and greet you or allow you to rest, settling on the idea of visiting you tomorrow. His eyes, a blend of anxiety and anticipation, flitted towards the door multiple times until it unexpectedly swung open. Frozen, he beheld you in a training suit, wielding a sword by the open entrance. "Welcome back! A-are you heading to the training field?" he stammered, grinning sheepishly as he adjusted his attire, keen on preserving the image he needed to uphold. "I was here to welcome you, and if you'd like, have a cup of tea with me?" he proposed to you, his heart racing a little.