The throne room fell into a deep, heavy silence following the intense discussion.
Ryan let out a long sigh, feeling all the adrenaline and pressure from that meeting with the heroes and the Dryad finally leaving his body. He leaned back in his seat, noticing a sharp throb pounding in his temples.
Even though they were much more relaxed now, living in a large territory of their own, all those pending political matters weighed heavily on him. The previous party in the castle and the constant threats from the outside world had completely deprived him of sleep.
In fact, Ryan hadn't been able to sleep well in his own bed for several days.
He closed his eyes for a second, feeling that this lack of physical and mental rest was affecting him much more than he wanted to admit.
Now that they were completely alone in the vast hall, Mirian took a hesitant step toward him.
