After reading the Daily Intelligence System, Vaerik waved lightly to dismiss the screen.
"Alright, time to work." He rubbed his temples, getting out of bed.
Washing, dressing—movements as efficient as always.
Dawn had just broken, sunlight not yet penetrating morning mist, but the office door was already open.
Upon entering, he saw Siv sitting at the desk, flipping through thick documents.
"Good morning, Little White." Vaerik smiled in greeting.
Siv's hand paused, seemingly unexpected, blinking before standing to bow.
"Good morning, my lord." Her voice was soft, but her ear tips reddened slightly.
Actually, during the long weeks of Vaerik's campaign, when reports from the front lines were sparse and often contradictory, she had seriously considered escaping from the domain entirely, slipping away in the dark of night when the guards were distracted and making her way to some distant land where war and conflict couldn't reach her.
