The Little Whiskers Daycare (After Hours)
The "Closed" sign was flipped. The cubs were asleep in the nap room (guarded by a very tired Vali).
The Four B.A.D.s were cleaning up.
General Rajah was sweeping the floor with a broom that looked like a toothpick in his hands.
Lord Rurik was aggressively scrubbing a baking tray.
Duke Lucien was counting the remaining spoons.
Archduke Cassian was at the counter, balancing the day's ledger. He was tired. There was flour on his nose. He missed Primrose with an ache that felt like a physical wound.
Knock. Knock.
A royal courier stood at the glass door, looking terrified to interrupt four Warlords doing chores.
"Delivery," the courier squeaked. "For Archduke Argentis. Marked 'Urgent'."
Cassian sighed. He waved a hand, unlocking the door with a pulse of magic. "Enter. Deposit. Leave."
The courier dropped a letter on the counter and fled into the night.
