Letter. (Semi-open)

The letter was unexpectedly ornate among the missives on Jarvan's table. He had the oak table moved into the center of the room that was called the Kings Office, though it held more than ten people, and so avoided the empty desk behind him, the Kings seal sitting unused upon it. He stood there with his work and maps arrayed in front of him, as the kingdom continued its hum of life reassuringly around him.

He went through the envelopes one at a time, distracted. Condolences, heartfelt pity, and feigned compassion seemed to be all they contained and he scanned them woodenly as he was able, passing over the lines of emotion that threatened to make him useless for the rest of the day.

There was one request to heighten security around palace staff and servants which he signed and authorized immediately, and then this. He peeled open the letter with the wing shaped knife just for this, and read.

The White-Rose Trading Company. Landon Greycloak. Jarvan IV needed to respond.

He pulled his letterhead over and wrote a short reply in his flowing script that would have shocked him with its brevity and soullessness had he seen it later.

"To Landon Greycloak,

Your feelings are noted. I will make myself available to meet with you on the evening of August 3rd.

His Majesty, Lord Jarvan Lightshield the Fourth"

He then called in a royal secretary from the adjacent room and spoke softly, his voice breaking once over the word "Father".

"I need a secretary to sort through my letters. Someone discreet and trustworthy because every other sentence has been about my Father. I don't have the time or the patience to read them. Would you all just keep your sympathies BEHIND your TEETH, and LET ME DO MY WORK!"

He stopped, realizing he had been speaking with a rising loudness as the varied occupants of the
Kings Office turned to face him. He felt the tears building up in his eyes before he turned away from the secretary.

"Make it so. I'll read only letters of real meaning or use. Like these."

Jarvan IV handed the two letters and the responses he'd written over to the man and forced himself to walk slowly as he left the room.