Sleeping was not a necessity for Dimas, she could go a full week without requiring rest, but when sleep came it took her for an entire day. She hated resting, if it was one thing, she could control she would. For every time she lay to rest something would happen that required her assistance, just like this morning.
A constant caw sound was coming from outside her window followed by tapping against the glass. She knew it was one of her crows, but by gods, if she didn’t need that bird, it would be ash right now.
Grumbling she draped her arm over her face blocking it out, but the cawing continued followed by a constant tapping that was threatening to bring on another migraine. Could the bird not sit and wait for her to raise? She was queen! No one forced her to do anything, especially
