In the morning, after getting dressed, while going for breakfast, she noticed his study door slightly ajar.
Who is inside?
She stopped and peeked inside. Austin was sitting at his desk, working.
Seriously! He almost lost his leg yesterday, spent the whole night at the infirmary and instead of resting, he is working??? What kind of man is he??
She was about to step inside but then stopped.
Why am I going to him? He has an entire castle of people whose job it was to check on him, to make sure he didn't push himself too hard. He doesn't need me.
She turned around and continued walking to the great hall.
The great hall was half-empty by the time she arrived. Emeric was in his usual seat with a book open beside his plate, and a cup of tea in his hand.
"You look terrible," he said.
"Thank you."
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"His Grace is awake," he said. "His leg is better now. He is already giving Harrington orders."
"Good."
