LORD REVANDREL
I finally grew tired of it all.
My strength was entirely drained; a deep, dragging fatigue had settled into muscles I had not been aware of in years.
Even my c**k, usually as dependable as sunrise and as proud as a soldier, had all but retired. Not even a twitch of morning wood three mornings in a row now.
I loved s*x, and by the gods, I indulged in it exuberantly. But it had been centuries since I had subjected myself to an all-day, all-night marathon with no thought spared, barely a moment’s work, just rutting.
So I understood the exhaustion. It made sense.
And over the last three days, I finally allowed myself to catch up with the world.
I resumed taking messages. The pile of letters I had neglected was read aloud. I listened to reports about my work, about the
