Godfrey opened his eyes. He blinked and looked at Isolde sleeping by his side. Grunting softly, he sat up, left the bed, then leaned on the windowsill, staring at the greenery around the mansion bathed in a pale silver glow.
His eyes went to the clock. '1 a.m. Wow, I slept for a long time.'
It felt otherworldly for some reason. His mind paused, taking in the sight. It brought memories of his days before Manhattan.
"How are you feeling?" Isolde's voice rang.
Hearing that, he slowly turned his head and smiled at her. "Much better."
Isolde sat up. "Is there something on your mind?"
Godfrey looked at his feet, then shook his head once.
Isolde stepped away from the bed. "The idea of the House of Order. It gives us a foundation and also allows us to expand our influence throughout the globe and other worlds. And we want you to be the leader. I might be your wife, Frey, but I'm also a woman who rules over a domain filled with the most prestigious creatures across several worlds."
