Damien sat on the stone bench for a long while after the maids left, the cool night breeze brushing against his skin.
Moments later, he slowly stood up pushing himself off the bench and made his way into his quarters, he needed rest. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, and he would need all his strength to face them. The maids had already prepared his room—soft candlelight flickering in the corners, moving long shadows on the stone walls.
He barely noticed the comfort of the bed as he collapsed onto it, his eyes closing the moment his head hit the pillow.
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The next morning, the sound of gentle knocking woke him from a dreamless sleep. Damien blinked, momentarily disoriented as the events of the previous day came rushing back to him. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was weak, filtered through the haze of the Bloodkeep.
