The Rothsfield Barony.
A small domain in the southern reaches of Aetherion, within the region of Eldoria. Months ago, a commission had been issued from the barony—requesting a private tutor for their youngest child, Lawine Rothsfield.
At the time, they hadn't thought much of it. Weeks passed. Then months. And eventually, the commission was all but forgotten.
But then a letter arrived.
It stated that someone, unexpectedly, had taken up the request, and would be arriving tomorrow.
And that day… was today.
"I hope you behave yourself, Lawine," came the gentle warning.
The eight-year-old swallowed hard, standing stiffly beside his older brother. All the house staff had gathered at the estate entrance, lined up in formation to welcome the approaching guest who had just entered the front gates.
It didn't take long before he stood before them, luggage in hand.
