It was a normal day in Alvarez; the citizens went through their daily activities in the market, shops and homes, the docks were buzzing with fishermen returning from their expeditions with fresh fish and catch. Even the palace was busy with activity, repairing and rebuilding damages caused by some unruly Spriggans. In the meanwhile, the esteemed Emperor himself was diligently engrossed in paperwork. Zeref mumbled to himself as he flipped through the multitude of files that piled the desk, occasionally stopping and listening, then returning back to his work.
Even with these precautions, he missed the soft clicking of heels in the halls and didn't even realize that a person was standing in the door frame until he spoke.
"Your majesty?"
Zeref jumped out of his seat, quill splattering ink all over the file. He looked up, dreading the identity of his guest.
"Oh, Invel." He attempted to smile, "I didn't expect you to...arrive so soon."
Invel pushed his glasses further up his nose, "I arrived last night Your Majesty. May I ask why you are in my office?"
He never beats the bush.
"I...am looking for a file." he brushed it off, "Say, Invel...you look...different today."
Invel narrowed his eyes, "I am not wearing a tie-"
"Oh, that's unusual. Well you still look nice,"Zeref grinned and slid out of his seat in a smooth fashion, "I better leave. I have a small errand to complete." He grabbed the file and walked past the Winter General.
Zeref barely made four steps before Invel said, "Your majesty, why are you taking the financial file?"
Oh Ankhserum.