Ezra yawned as he walked into the kitchen, rubbing his neck. There was only so much tension one could handle before the waiting became boring.
He had been running through all that was going on in his mind. The coming coup, in which Ivo wanted him to take part in, his meetings with Helena, and all the other chaos brewing around him, including the Necromancer.
He set down the coffee bag in one hand and the bottle of blood wine in the other. A makeshift breakfast of sorts.
Olivia was already seated at the table, a tablet in her hand as she scrolled through document after document. Likely more financial or strategic reports. She was always keeping an eye on their operations, especially now with so many moving parts.
"Morning," he muttered.
She nodded without looking up, her eyes glued to the screen. Ezra smirked at her focus, before glancing toward the adjoining living room.
