I have been swamped with work, buried under an avalanche of reports, validations, and decisions that required my attention. Despite my best efforts, it seemed like every step I took towards clearing my desk only resulted in another mountain of documents appearing in its place. Messages from Silver kept coming, a constant reminder of her presence and her need for me. I longed to go to her, but responsibilities anchored me in my office. How had everything piled up so badly in just a few decades? Each passing day felt like an eternity, the weight of my duties pressing down on me.
"My lord," I heard and looked up expectantly, but it was just more work.
