Kingfisher couldn't sleep.

The moon was high in the snowcloud filled sky, illuminating Fisher's black decorated room in the Cahlish palace in a soft silver in the cold midnight.

Kingfisher paced along the length of his room, hands gripping his hair, before he splayed himself out in his wing backed chair with his head in his hands, slumped over his desk.

He groaned, dropping his head onto his arms and closing his eyes with a deep sigh.