Thorin's POV
The morning after the orgy, I sat alone in my private study.
The room was quiet. The candles had burned down to nothing hours ago, and gray light seeped through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor. My head ached. My body was tired. But my mind was already working.
The second intelligence report from Dravara had arrived overnight.
I unrolled the parchment and read it slowly, the way I read everything that mattered. The words were precise, clinical, the kind of language that men used when they were reporting facts they did not want to be held responsible for.
The situation around Queen Elara was deteriorating faster than expected.
I set the report down and leaned back in my chair.
"Interesting, still the same as the previous reports but better." I said to no one.
The servant who had brought the report was still standing near the door, his head bowed, his hands folded in front of him.
"Anything else?" I asked.
