By dawn, only a sliver of the accumulated fatigue Altair had managed to collect had trickled away; the rest weighed heavy on his mind. It would take at least a week for his soul exhaustion to fade, longer if he continued to use his omniscience.
The halls were filled earlier than usual, with sounds of servants rising before their masters to prepare for the day. With the presence of the Duke Son, the Castillain, Stilar Kream, had given the order that the Young Master Nox De Nier was not to want from the moment he opened his eyes to the time he closed them. The order extended to the Young Masters, Pale Knights, who rode by his side.
