As I sat at my desk in my chambers, my eyebrows furrowed and my fingers rubbing my temple. I was upset, of course another one of my birthdays that my own family forgot. My eyes skim over the words of a book I’m reading but I can’t pay attention, a maid comes in and puts a plate of food next to me on the desk where there is space among the plethora of books and parchment.

"Thank you."

I mutter, not lifting my gaze from the book. My breath coming out in a small huff.