Enzo proved to be the most diligent Castellan Hermi had ever seen, and potentially the most stubborn. Even when she arrived at the Dining Hall late that evening, he had not yet retreated to his quarters.
Instead, he stood by the heavy oak doors with a weary smile, acting as if the dark bags under his eyes were not haunting his face.
Arms braced across her chest, Hermi struck a pose she hoped was expressive enough of her displeasure. "Enzo, I insist you return to rest at once, or I shall not eat a single spoonful this evening."
Enzo's smile began to wrinkle at the edges. "But... Your Majesty..."
"No buts," Hermi countered. "I will have the maids bring up the dishes myself. Now go rest, for the love of the Elemental Gods."
The Castellan's bright face finally crumbled. He could no longer suppress an exhausted sigh. "As you wish, Your Majesty. I regret to inform you that His Majesty has not yet returned today."
