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"Their deceit was the darkness that blinded me; now I am the light that will reveal their sins and the sword that will strike them down." ~Araneae Ruber
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A SOFT knock came, though, pulling him from his thoughts. In came a middle-aged woman. She had in her hands, a tray of snacks, and a kettle of hot tea with sets of cups.
Aragon's eyes trailed to her as she came closer. Moving the papers on the table, he created a space for her as she placed what she brought on the table.
There were no words exchanged as Aragon had shut his eyes and pressed the fingers against his temple while he leaned on the arm of his chair. He had hoped that she would not ask questions and leave him be.
But the expectation seemed to be too much as she spoke up. "You need to rest, my lord."
Aragon opened his eyes as he stayed at her.
