There was a knock on my study door, the interruption feeling so foreign that it had caused me to still completely. No one had dared to call on me since I had come back. They understood that I needed to sort out everything that had piled up while I had been gone, while also dealing with anything new that needed my attention. It seemed like it was one thing after the other, Like I barely even had enough time to sleep—and now I was being interrupted.
“Come in.”
There was barely so much as a moments worth of hesitation before the door opened and a servant walked inside. I had been expecting to see him carrying a tray, or something of the sort. Why was he here then, if not to do that?
“I would like to apologise, your Majesty. I would not have come to interrupt you if this was not a matter
