the end is nigh - what a relief

Through the quiet of his chambers, Sebastian found himself utterly losing track of time. The magical heat of the water in the tub lasting far longer than seemed normal. But it helped, the heat and water allowing the stress to melt away.

Funny how Aoife disappearing for a spell could have such an impact on him. Especially when he'd spent however many years managing everything on his own. Something about having her around again made everything seem easier, even if it seemed much of what she did was stand around looking intimidating.

But here he was, sunk down in the water and trying to will away the built up tension and stress. Tofa had long abandoned him to the comfort of his bed, curled up on a pile of pillows set aside specifically for her.

Sebastian had been murmuring lines of the Chant to himself as a way to further ease his mind. Though a sudden click of the lock on his chamber door caused him to halt. Tipping his head back a bit, he tried to catch a glimpse. Not that it would be anyone but Bodil, right?

If someone needs me... they do not and can wait till morning. He called half-heartedly, a sigh slid behind the words as if he felt he'd be forced up anyway. Sebastian had grown used to not getting his wish. He gave up that selfish desire when he took the crown, after all.