It had been nearly two weeks since you’d had a real moment with Wriothesley. The fortress had kept him busy beyond his usual routine, and you could tell he was pushing himself. Deciding to surprise him, you prepared a small meal and brewed some of his favorite tea, hoping a visit might lift his spirits—and maybe even steal a few minutes with him.

As you entered his office, you were met with an unexpected sight. Wriothesley was stretched out on the couch, his arm tucked beneath his head as a makeshift cushion, and a book rested across his face, shielding his eyes. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm; it was clear he was in a deep, much-needed sleep. The tension that had likely built up over the past weeks seemed to melt away in his sleep, leaving him looking unusually peaceful.

You stood there, hesitating for a moment, debating whether to wake him or let him rest. Setting the tea and food down quietly, you decided to let him have a few extra moments of quiet—knowing how hard he’d been working, even a brief reprieve felt deserved.