THE NEXT morning, Ezekiel began his day sorting correspondence in the General’s private study. There were several things in the stack that Nikolaus needed to see to immediately. He separated those into their own pile on his desk to show him first. While he was working, Etan walked into the room through the door that connected to the General’s suite. “Good morning.” “Good morning, Etan. Are they going to be in soon?” he asked, gesturing toward the door, now closed, through which Etan had entered the room. “In a little while. They’re a bit slow this morning. The baby kept them up last night,” Etan said as he walked to the second desk. After Nikolaus and Kaillen had married, Nikolaus had a second desk moved into the study next to his own for his husband. They comfortably shared the s