Exhaustion beats at me, seeping through every part of me. I've spent the night with my soldiers, checking on the wall rebuild and sitting in on interrogations. The work is endless in the wake of an attack that could bring our city down if not dealt with properly. By the time I return home, I'm satisfied that we won't fall if I take a few hours for myself.
The need to set eyes on my wife has been riding me strong throughout every interaction. I almost wished I'd brought her with me, but she needed the calm and rest only our home can provide.
I do a quick search of the apartment on my return, but don't find her or her guard. I take the stairs up to the rooftop three at a time, throwing the door open when I reach the top. Though I don't immediately see her, I'm relieved to find her guard.
