It was a pain in the butt. The pain was both literal and metaphorical.
My brother took me up on the offer I made him back in the woods, when I finally made my way back to the King's mansion, I found him sleeping on my bed.
I was absolutely wasted because of the diversions hunt and too sleepy to ask for a sleeping bag, so I decided to make do with the hard floor.
Worrying about that was a luxury.
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What was the point of not tracking her down while I was awake if my mind was set on taking me to her the minute I sleep?
