The Palace halls are completely quiet except for the two of you, helping yourselves to platters of food. It’s just past midnight, the kitten staff have retired for the night and the princes are either out on trips or asleep in their bedchambers.

Today was a busier day than usual with paperwork. You'd been working for more than twelve hours, now finally getting a chance to sit down for a meal together. Sariel lets out a humourless chuckle, clinking his glass of ale with yours.

“Cheers to a moment of peace.” He didn’t think paperwork could actively kill him but now he knows it’s more than possible.