Artemisia

I take a deep breath as I step into the dimly lit office, even though I didn’t get an answer at my knocking.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Cayden asks me as I close the door behind me.

His eyes are still glued on the papers in front of him as I clear my throat. “I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a bit of time to spare for me?”

“Sure.” He sighs, still not looking at me. “As long as you return to bed afterwards.”

I sit into a chair in front of his desk, my ...