[ All that mattered was the main was sent. Selfishly, he wants letters back but he’s not fully sure how the systems work. Wriothesley and him only discussed coupons for outbound mail.

Each letter had been stuffed under his bed, Lynette’s under his pillow.

Alone again in the Duke’s office, little by little… the anger he had merely seeing Wriothesley had subsided. He’s neutral, as if a cat was beginning to trust someone doing well by him. Lyney doesn’t think too hard on it. ]

I did. Thank you. Those letters are a good motivator. I think my work today shows that. [ Was he finishing for validation? Who knows. ] When is the next time I can prepare letters? I’m not expecting you to break routine, just… let me know what the schedule is so I can ensure you’re paid.