The corridor's cold made Eneko's breath fogged, meaning no one else was stupid enough to be wandering the east wing at this hour.
He'd spent the last three hours trapped in a room with Father Domingo's preaching, Eluska's father's 'casual' inquiries about heirs, and a trade dispute so monumentally pointless he'd considered faking his own death just to escape. Martxel had to save him eventually. Bless that man. He'd already written a bonus.
Now he just wanted the quiet with a side of cider.
The new study door was still a little jammed. He'd recently moved in after his last one was blasted by a failed experience (don't ask). Still learning the quirks, he shouldered it open, already thinking about which treaty he needed to reread before tomorrow's...
The light changed.
Orange bled into blue as the world sat in that twilight. It felt wrong. The air hummed with quiet. Light muffled.
Eneko froze in the doorway. Oh. Right. This again. He'd walked into blue hour twice before, both times he'd assumed delusions brought by illusion or bad wine.
He was too sober this time.
He stepped inside, let the door shut behind him, and waited for reality to finish rearranging itself, his eye catching the figure in the room.
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