Vanessa adjusted herself in her seat, pressing her lips together with a sigh.
Stacks of reports lay before her on the polished oak desk, each stamped with the GRIMMAW insignia, each demanding her attention.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
She was tired — unfathomably so.
Some days she wondered if the weight of the guild was slowly crushing her.
No one ever said it aloud, but everyone relied on her strength, her discipline, her constant presence.
Sometimes she wished she could just let go.
Collapse onto a bed and sleep for days.
Be lazy, indulgent, unbothered.
'Honestly, I wish I could be lazy like Lucius right now.' The young man was probably still curled up in his sheets, dreaming the day away.
A small pang of envy twisted inside her chest.
But then again if the guild master wasn't present, would the members still feel motivated to do anything?
She already knew the answer.
They'd slack.
And so she couldn't allow herself that weakness.
