Working late into the night, and having to wake up early the next day to handle the city's piled-up matters.
Early the next morning, Ellie Miller heard a gentle and persistent knock on the door from Joanna, "knock knock knock".
Ellie Miller snuggled her head deeper into the comfort of an explanation.
Joanna softly said, "Your Highness, there's something urgent that needs your attention."
"5 more minutes... Joanna... give me 5 more minutes."
Joanna, who deeply understood the prince she followed: "..."
"Your Highness, it's really urgent."
Artor gently replaced himself with a fluffy feather pillow, tucking it into the arms of his wife, then quietly got out of bed and tied the belt of his robe.
"What is it?" The Duke asked in a lowered voice as he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
On the bed, Ellie Miller was in a fierce battle between her ambition and the urge to sleep.
Faint sounds came from outside the room.
"... A lot of people have come."
