Chapter Forty-Five
Scrolls were scattered across Noraes’s desk. His hand ached from writing with his quill, and yet, he was still far from finished. The candlelight glowed dim by his side, yet enough light illuminated his scrolls to continue on. Many scrolls needed to be drafted, and it felt like it would take him all night to complete them all. Noraes wasn’t sure if he would be able to make it. For many nights, he hadn’t been able to sleep through the night, nor had he been able to hit his pillow at a decent hour. There were so many things to do now since the king was dead. A week had passed since the demise of the great lord, and the work hadn’t stopped in the slightest.
He’d known he was one of the top three choices for king, and yet he hadn’t known the decision would come so swiftly.
