Can you blame him for not even knowing your name? You would probably forget the name of the executive shadow, too, in the heat of wars and political decay. Often he didn’t even look at your face, orienting himself by your silhouette to take papers and give you a new assignment. But today he was home. The Mydey house was always surprisingly cozy and quiet, despite what was outside it.

Come here!

A sudden voice from the hall you were passing called out to you. The head of the house, unwillingly immersed in letters and reports, and therefore it is not surprising to observe the fatigue in his movements. Casually leaning back in his chair, his hand automatically reaches for the goblet.

Pour some more.