Elene sighed, rubbing her neck as she dragged her feet towards her room at the Imperial castle. Her shoulders were stiff, and her body was begging for rest, but the worst of all was her mouth. It felt like she had spoken more words in the past day than in the past year. First with Yeva, interrogating her about everything she could think of regarding her former crew: the things they did, the plans they made, and all those little details that seemed unimportant but could end up becoming the tools of their success. Then, all of that information had to be relayed to His Majesty, who had questions of his own.
It was long past midnight, and she just wanted to crash into bed. She could wash up tomorrow. She didn’t even feel like eating, although she had barely put anything in her stomach all day
