The current situation does not allow Ellie Miller to pretend to sleep for too long.
At 1 AM, the spot next to the large bed was cold and empty. Ellie Miller rolled over and got up, casually grabbing an elf-woven shawl to drape over herself as she left the bedroom.
Perhaps to avoid disturbing her rest, the Duke specifically handled the bothersome post-disaster affairs in the study on the first floor.
"The disaster situation in the Coldcrest Fief is quite severe. Although you've left some knights stationed there, you know, any young man with some ambition has followed you here."
"Your Highness, if you plan to stay in Emerald City long-term, you still need to find a strong Guardian for the Coldcrest Fief."
Then, the sound of footsteps approached.
The Duke gently opened the door, wearing only a white shirt with an open collar, exposing his fair, muscular chest.
The Duke raised his eyebrows slightly, casting his gaze upon the little cat who wasn't pretending to sleep in bed.
