After what seemed like hours, Aleksander eventually got himself out of bed. He padded his way to a table where Henry had left out several documents he specifically instructed to bring over. He opened one journal, and noted the precise and elegant handwriting of his wife.
"How can I ever redeem myself with this woman, really?" he muttered under his breath.
The young king sat down and pored over the notes Elys had written for him. He took a feather and dipped it in ink, wrote several notes of his own and then studied other documents he himself made several years prior to this day.
Aleksander was taken by surprise how detailed his notes had been when he was younger. It made him wonder when had it been that he succumbed to the idea that he alone wasn't enough to fight his father.
