It had been a long night.

He stood out on a balcony, lost in thought. His magistrate armor still on—it’s not often he’d have it off anyway. The moon was out and a gentle wind rustled his cape.

Judge Gabranth’s thoughts were flooded with you. His ‘lover’. Noah doesn't know if he has the right to call you that with how he treats you. Far too concerned with his loyalty to the empire and his hatred for his brother to attend to you.

His thoughts halt when he hears careful footsteps behind him.