Noctus pet me, then returned his attention to the computer screen, opening what appeared to be his email. I almost fell off the desk when he also opened an Excel document—who knew kings actually had to do work? But I didn’t care about his work—the less I knew, the better. So I made the jump to the shorter, approximately thigh high shelf of books and papers that was positioned against the wall of windows, fitting neatly below them.
oO
