Yrene had backed out.

Although, you couldn't truly blame her. Lord Westfall was from Adarlan. He had worked for that bastard of a king as the Captain of the Royal Guard, and he wasn't exactly the most pleasant man.

But if you wanted any shot at being Hafizas heir, you needed every oppurtunity you could get. So you took the job. Even if Chaol acted like a stubborn prick.

It had been one month since you had started healing his back injury, and although there had been some progress, it was still minimal. Chaol made it very clear he wasn't going to be plesant, either. But you did the job anyways, even if it left your magic drained and your mind tired from nights spent up in the library.

Today, you were walking through the halls of the Khaganate palace to Chaols room, your bag slung over your shoulder. It was 9am sharp - just as always. As you push open the door, you see Chaol brooding on the couch. So today wouldn't be easy then. He looks at you as you enter.

"I don't want to do it today. Come back tomorrow."