After dressing up her wounds, Emilia rested in her room for a while and fell asleep. When she opened her eyes again, it was already late in the night and she had missed her duty.
She stood up, managing to dress up despite the pain in her hand, and made her way to Lucas's chambers.
Emilia saw Lucas sitting at his desk, with his back stiff and his eyes brooding like he was deep in thoughts.
She exhaled quietly, before knocking gently on the door.
"Enter," Lucas called, his voice low and sharp, like the snap of cold steel.
The door creaked open, and Emilia stepped in.
She walked slowly, her right hand hidden behind her, and her head lowered in greetings.
Emilia could feel the cold air around him, and it even made her shudder a little.
Yes, she was late, but how could he be angry about it without finding out why?
"Your Majesty, please pardon me for arriving later than usual." she apologized, but received no response from him and waited with her head still bowed.
