Evening settled softly over the manor.
Henry had just finished helping his lord change into his evening attire and was tidying up the water basin when Maverick spoke up from behind him.
"Henry," he said casually but with a hint of thoughtfulness.
"That matter I asked you about—helping Lawrence with the wedding preparations. How's it going?"
Henry straightened, folding a cloth neatly before replying.
"Everything is progressing smoothly, my lord. Sir Lawrence has been... surprisingly cooperative."
Maverick walked over to the bed and sat on its edge, chuckling under his breath.
"Really? He seemed so reluctant at first. Now he's actually enjoying it?"
Henry allowed himself a small smile.
"It's only natural, my lord. Weddings have a way of stirring up excitement in people, even if they resist it at first."
Maverick's gaze softened at that. The thought of his uncle, once only caring about his work and fooling around, now preparing to start a family, was oddly touching.
