A Letter Best Forgotten
The royal study hall was a sanctum of quiet concentration, where Rowena was engrossed in scrolls and old texts spread across her desk, the dark ember light casting soft shadows over her focused expression.
Now that the diplomatic relations with the Nightshade Kingdom were a huge success, there was so much to plan regarding resource allocation.
However, the delicate ambiance shifted subtly as Asher entered the hall.
His presence alone seemed to draw the tension out of the air, replacing it with a sense of warmth.
Rowena looked up from her scrolls, her demeanor softening into a gentle smile, "Where were you? I thought I told you to take some rest after you spent weeks traveling outside," Rowena felt more guilty since she felt as the queen she should have been the one to do it but since Asher insisted that she had to take care of her duties here and that it was also his duty, she couldn't refute him.