|Sherlock|
The day’s meeting had been exhausting, as usual, so I needed to catch some breath. Also, the pack had been awfully quiet for a while; there was no case to judge or solve, and everyone had maintained their peace to avoid getting dragged into my court.
“I am so bored. I hate this routine,” I mumbled as I walked with Rachel to the huge balcony.
She followed in silence as I stepped on the grand structure with blackened wood and adorned with twisted ironwork. The railings were laced with spikes to avoid unnecessary leaning from the maids and there were candles on all edges.
I love the view of the surrounding land that is visible from the balcony, so I go there anytime I feel frustrated because it reminds me of how much I own, and I am worth. The power and control it speaks to me
