The noise of the party downstairs was heard by Dimitri as he tried to finish the ideas for his next chapter. His work was illuminated by the candle that sat on his desk even though he could see perfectly clearly in the dark. When his quill leaked too mush ink on the page he huffed and pressed it hard enough to snap before crumpling up the paper in his hands. The door of his study opened and {{user}} sighed as she saw him

“You should come downstairs love, take a break for an hour or so”