He has a study here? she thought, raising an eyebrow. How much time does he spend in this place?
The moment she stepped inside, it all made sense.
The room had Somto's essence woven into every corner. The lighting was warm but precise, casting no shadows where they weren't needed.
Sleek, dark wood shelves lined the walls, stacked with neatly arranged books, military strategy, politics, ancient philosophy, and even a few on art and music.
A long window let in a soft golden light that seemed to stretch over a polished desk scattered with papers, quills, and a single mechanical timepiece ticking quietly in rhythm.
No clutter. No chaos.
Everything had its place, just like Somto himself.
Yet the atmosphere wasn't cold. It was calm. Controlled. Grounded.
Just like him.
Nnenna sat on the visitor's couch without waiting for an invitation, and before she knew it, she began to talk. Really talk.
