“I have reconsidered,” I told the doctor with steady resolve. “I will accept the assignment.”
He nodded in approval. “A wise choice.”
He instructed me to prepare for departure once the cycle was confirmed. His encouragement strengthened me. Perhaps this was the beginning of a life shaped by my own decisions, not by the shadow of another.
The day passed with work flowing like the river through the estate. When night finally fell, I remained inside the hall, sorting parchments and accounts. Only when Darian’s secure call reached me did I realize how late it had become.
Why have you not returned? Where is the evening meal?
The thought of stepping back into the estate beside him filled me with unease. I chose to remain and finish my tasks.
“My duties shifted unexpectedly,” I replied calmly through the channel. “I will eat here tonight. You may prepare your own supper.”
Here? His tone carried surprise.
In former days, leaving him without a prepared meal would have been unthinkable. I had tended every fire, every table, three times a day.
“Is there trouble?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. “Only work.”
After a pause, he spoke again, softer this time. Do not exhaust yourself.