The drug I mixed with her daily tea also made her lose her memory of what happened while she was intoxicated. That was why she did not suspect me even a bit.
The problem is the telegram I received just the other day. I am being called to preside over the council of the elven elders. Another moronic territorial dispute over the ogres and the giants. Both beasts, in my opinion.
“My lady,” I tried to call her attention, her countenance still fallen.
She looked sad over my news. I have made up an incredible story about a relative passing. She won’t stop me from going, I am sure of it.
“It will only be for a week, at most a month,” I tried to console her.
“You can take all the time you need. I will be fine,” she said, the warm smile on her face returning.
I can feel my anger rising at this point. Could she be really okay with us being apart? I couldn’t even fathom how I was supposed to live a day away from her.
