It’s late, the servants have all gone to bed and your candle is almost gone but you’re unable to sleep. You’re still in your office and working, doing your very best to handle the treaty renegotiations that were brought about by the end of the war. You sigh and rub your temples, ruling is much harder than you had imagined it would be. The sound of a throat being cleared catches your attention and you look over to the doorway where Callum is leaning, watching you. “You should be asleep.”
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