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Bland, nondescript stone masonry of the castle’s study always served to further heighten tediousness in the mundane tasks undertook within said stormy walls. Not that boredom was quite the right sentiment crossing the mind of King Alfred as he combed over an ominous letter for perhaps the umpteenth time that night.
Came the charmed voice of Queen Arthur, clearly perplexed as to why his King had remained alone in the isolated study, aside from the weeping wax candles aglow upon the mahogany desk, long after their religious time of retirement into the bed chamber. King Alfred sighed with burden – he would much rather his beloved Queen had retreated to bed for the evening than for him to lose sleep ove
Never EverThe house was quiet, for once silence was a rare thing in any place inhabited by Feliciano, and it was downright unheard of for it to last for more than four minutes or so. Nevertheless, Ludwig seemed to have worked some kind of magic that even England would have been jealous of, and the usually bubbly Italian hadn't said more than two words in the past half-hour.More Like This
The only sounds in the room were the tapping of Ludwig's laptop keys, the slow scratch of Feliciano's pen, and the occasional rasp of a mug across the table when one of them took a sip of hot chocolate.
They were sat in the kitchen, at either end of the long, scrubbed-wood table, both working on their separate tasks in companionable silence. Ludwig was re-reading the notes from last week's meeting, peering at them through the reading glasses balanced on the end of his nose and copying them into a word document and re-drafting them into a less nonsensical format that he could present to his Boss without feeli