Holy moly
[Alver's POV]
Year: 1738
Date: 14th
Month: Astralis
Time: 4:32
I looked at the stack of papers on my desk, chewing on the sweet gum-like concoction one of the chefs had invented. It was chewy, juicy, and stretched elastically when pulled – a fun jaw exercise with enough sugar to keep me awake.
Knock*
"Come in," I groaned, banging my head on the desk. Astrid walked in, placing a tray on the table.
"Brother, you should rest. It's only been a day since you came back from the Reva Kingdom," she said with concern.
"Whatever, just go," I scoffed, spitting the gum onto the wall where it stuck.
Taking a sip of tea, I looked up and cursed internally.
"Why do you have to be so rude?" Astrid teared up, pointing at her cheeks, resembling a pouting squirrel.