Eve took a deep breath before stepping inside Alaric's quarters. She made up her mind to confront him tonight before returning to Stormholt Manor.
She wanted to make this conversation quick since Gideon was waiting for her outside the barracks.
As she entered the room, she saw Alaric sitting in his chair with his eyes closed. Next to him, she noticed an empty barrel of beer.
'Is he drunk?' Eve asked herself inwardly.
She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her anxious heart before striding toward Alaric.
She gently tapped his shoulder and called his name, "Alaric?"
Hearing her soft voice, Alaric peeled his eyes open. Eve's beautiful face greeted his sight. He blinked several times, just staring at her.
"Are you drunk?" Eve asked him worriedly.
But Alaric just smiled at her before grabbing her hand. Without saying a word, he pulled her, making her sit on his lap.