Chapter 112: Spoiled (1)
"It is a small town, about four days ride from here named Nox after a great lord who lived there a long time ago. We don’t actually live in the town. We live in the mountain area so we have space to take care of our animals and we normally ride into town when we are ready to sell an animal or vegetables we have grown. Did I do something wrong already?" Annalise asked, feigning a panicked look.
Should she have knocked hard enough to break the door or stomped on the floor as she entered his room? Why couldn’t he just accept the fact he was more tired than he realised and that was why he failed to notice her right away?
"No," Rafael said to stop her from worrying. It was a matter of him failing to be more aware. "Continue what you were doing."
"Yes, young master. Perhaps you are in need of more rest. You have only recently returned from a long trip and you are already back to training your knights. You need at least one good day of laying around on your bed for your body to go back to normal. Then you won’t be so tired to not hear when I come to you. You look as though you need to sleep some more right now," Annalise said.
Surely the kingdom could grant the commander of the Callahan knights a day for him to rest.
"I am fine," Rafael replied, palming his face as he let the sleepiness leave his body.
Contrary to what others believed, he had been getting plenty of rest. He went to bed right after dinner and woke up just in time for breakfast. The most he tired himself out was for a few hours he trained with the knights. The rest of the day he was in his study looking over letters from the palace, border, or knights from other towns.
Annalise didn’t try to push it any further and went back to open the window she had purposely closed before it would be too hot in the room. "I will prepare your bath shortly," she said. She would give him time to fully wake up before she did so.
When she was finished tying the curtains to stop them from blowing around because of the wind, she came to Rafael’s bed to pick up the shirt he wore to dinner last night. In her eyes, it was perfectly clean to wear again before another wash since he had only worn it for less than an hour at the table and then inside his bedroom, but as Mavis instructed, it needed to be washed.