Our night drags on for hours. This is all just a tedious cycle of exhaustion and verbal sparring. The slaves have been thoroughly used and exhausted, they they lie scattered around the room in a state of listless rest, while Julia and I continue our by-now traditional nightly arguments. Each word exchanged is laced with bitterness as we debate why we are so miserable and who shoulders the blame.
Suddenly, a loud noise interrupts our routine - a shout followed by a heavy thud from outside. I sit up very annoyedly. I need to get more reliable guards, but my margins are tight. The door to the master bedroom bursts open and smashes against the wall as two figures step into the room. The sight sends a shiver down my spine and I yelp out loud in alarm.
