Are you my lord?
It was supposed to be a morning like any other; my lord is always nailed in the throne room, and Elena takes care of the distribution of weapons and artifacts created by Heepha and his assistants.
Greed and Feyre take care of perfecting our magical defenses by studying the origins of ancient runes.
As for me, well, as always, I took care of all the other paperwork and monitored the surroundings of the planet, to avoid any attackers taking advantage of the Lord's absence to take us in.
Supposedly duty, Fy perfectly enjoyed his sadistic hobby that is supposed to be training.
As I had just said, these stains, now become our daily life, made me think that everything would go as usual.
This impression was nothing more than an assumption. And regardless of my assumptions, the discomfort I feel at the current time told me quite the opposite.
This discomfort is none other than calm.