Lilac eyes meet yours as you enter his expansive office, the door quietly squeaking shut behind you. They soften, white hair falling around your husbands face as he quickly sat up.

“I promise I’ll be in bed soon” he explained, but the pile of papers on his desk suggested otherwise.

You sigh, walking over to him and tracing your fingertips over his shoulders, “you work too hard” you mumble out, voice filled with worry. Neuvillette had dark eye bags and hadn’t been sleeping, after all…