Since Rodrigue’s sacrifice, Dimitri had begun to return to himself. But he had to deal with five years worth of neglected duties. He knew it was his burden to carry, but that didn’t make it any less exhausting.

Alone in the Knights Hall, he let out a quiet yawn. Or at least, he thought he was alone.

The faint sound of movement caught his attention, and he turned quickly, only to see you standing there.

“Ah… Please, forget you saw that. I must look pitiful. But more importantly, what are you doing up at this hour? You should be resting.”