There was very little paperwork getting done in the sitting room.
Sure, there was lots of it laid out so that it looked like they were busy. But everyone was either too excited or too nervous to focus on actually reading and signing the documents.
Dominic was trying, he really was.
He had all the documents that were tagged as "urgent", "time critical" or "military" set out on the table, and he was slowly making his way through them.
However, his hearing was exceptionally sharp, and he was no longer certain that all the epithets that his wife was placing upon his name and lineage were in any known language.
He did think that he had heard one in the ancient magical tongue not long ago. But hopefully that curse wouldn't stick.
Lunch was brought out at some point, telling Dominic that it had been about five hours since breakfast, and he was through all the paperwork that was truly urgent.
