A small candle, a few letters, a bunch of reports, some paper apparently reserved for the emperor's secret order, and a writing utensil were on the corner table attached to the bed. Although he said that he would wrap up his work 'slowly', it looked like he would get down to work from now on.
"I was going to go to sleep after writing replies. I have to send them by this weekend at the latest..." He quickly made excuses, conscious of her sharp gaze.
He walked quickly to his bed, then turned around and looked at her.
"Make yourself at home. If you want to drink something warm, I'll tell Curtis to prepare it for you."
It seemed like he was about to let her use his bed. While looking at him blankly, she flopped down on the bed.
"Marinanne?" He frowned slightly. She sat in front of the bed table, where he had been sitting until he left the room.
"I'm not going to go to sleep until you fall asleep."
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