It was strange, how someone could fall asleep so easily after worrying so much.
His gaze drifted toward the window, where the faint outline of the forest could still be seen in the night.
The image of the warehouse wouldn't leave him, the smell of blood, the sight of bodies, the woman crying in his arms.
Two hundred people slaughtered, and now, a ball in four days.
He still had to prepare the perfume sample for the noblewoman he intended to sponsor and Syris as well, he needed her to win Radomir's favour as soon as possible.
His gaze shifted to the candlelight dancing against the wall.
He could still move fine despite the cuts, but for his ribs, he'd have to be careful.
He let out a long sigh, brushing a loose strand of hair from Meical's forehead.
"Guess I'll have to make do until this heals."
And with that, Min-jae finally closed his eyes, the sound of Meical's steady breathing the only thing keeping his thoughts from spiraling again.
