I did not get any sleep since Gioffre was in my bed sleeping comfortably. I was just reviewing all the reports that Abelard handed. I can take a rest later since the event for this day is especially for couples or lovers.
Since there is no need for my participation, I will take this chance to rest since my body has been aching.
I saw in my peripheral vision Gioffre worked up and sat on the bed "Good Day, Your Grace." Plainly I said without looking at him and busy scribbling on the paper.
"Shocked on why are you on my bed? Or are you thinking if we did something." I said still not glancing at him. He did not say anything and was silent, that is why I sighed and put down my pen and turned around to face him.
"It is you who went into my room, drunk and mad at me. I should be the one demanding an explanation for your behavior." But instead of answering me he just stared at me.
