“Ugg,” Frederick grumbled running his hands through his chestnut hair and shaking his head, trying desperately to keep his normally keen eyes open.
The knight was slumped on the super plush (seriously why did it have to be so comfortable) couch in one of the castle’s many drawing rooms, his legs extended out in front of him onto the coffee table and crossed at his ankles to create a makeshift human table. The piece of paper that he and Ylisse’s tactician had been mulling over for a good hour now was draped over his lap. It was only noon based on the location of the shadows tracing the more intimately-sized room as the sun pored through the large gothic-cathedral windows behind them. It was a beautiful first floor room. One of his and Robin’s personal favorites, mostly because of the fact that it seemed to be made more for normal people and less for entertaining large groups of snotty nobles. The dec