Each time the Duke presented himself, it seemed he had aged another decade. However, this latest sighting was more alarming than ones before and it seemed it would continue in that way until there was nothing left of the shriveled old man.
While sitting at the head of a table meant that he was supposed to be a dignified leader, the man revealed to them as they entered the meeting room was a far cry from that. His skin had paled further and his hair looked a bit stringy. He leaned into the staff he normally carried to aid in his movements and on top of it were shriveled hands that looked more like that of a corpse.
However, the most alarming part was his face. It was not only white as a sheet, but his lips—even extending further than that—were greying. He truly did seem corpselike. The fact that he was still considered fit to lead a duchy according to the King seemed impossible.
