Moments earlier.
"I'm going to check whether there are more matters to attend to, princess," Count Dara stood up—and took a few important scrolls—with him. "I reckoned the internal matters are finished, and we can now move on to the external affairs, particularly the situation on our border."
Count Dara was about to turn, but stopped mid-way.
His eyes landed on Countess Dara, who had fallen asleep on the sofa.
It was already late, and even she couldn't endure the drowsing exhaustion from the Black Rift.
"I… I won't be back for fifteen minutes at least," He added. "Feel free to rest, princess."
"I will, Lord Dara," Princess Davina shot a small smile. "Take your time."
Once Count Dara left the room to assemble the next batch of matters that needed to be handled, Princess Davina leaned back. She covered her face and breathed—feeling tired from all the reading she had done over half a day.
Since she was absent for a long time, work piled up mercilessly.
