Work is the only thing that makes sense right now.
Prince Kaine’s shifting moods, Jasper’s advances, the unspoken weight of everything between us, it’s all too much. The only place I feel steady is in motion, buried in logistics, guard rotations, intel.
So I stay in motion.
I go over everything we’ve collected about Lady Chantarelle again, cross-reference estate land records, and push for any detail we missed. I chase the information like a lifeline, trying to uncover something that will shift the investigation forward and distract me from the mess pressing in on all sides.
In training, I don’t slow down. I throw myself into drills with everything I have. My arms ache from the weight of it. My lungs burn. But it’s good. Physical strain leaves less room for anything else.
Robert watche
