I groan as my body aches from sleeping in a weird position.
My joints are a bit stiff as I roll out of bed and massage my muscles. I wasn't able to get much good sleep. My body has been in survival mode for the past few days. The glass of water on my nightstand becomes empty as I gulp it all down in one go.
As I set my glass of water back on my nightstand, I think about the events of yesterday.
The interrogation. The burial of Lancaster. The rise to Grand Duke. The fighting.
I shake my head and walk to the bathroom. The cold water on my face makes me feel more awake as my body adjusts to moving around again. I brush my teeth and fix my hair as usual. It is funny to think that just a few days ago, I was a Duke, and now I am a Grand Duke with an enormous army under me.
