The term 'no rest for the weary' took on a whole new meaning in my life.
The day after the war room meeting with the ministers taking credit for my work, I was back to going over reports and trying to figure out what our next move should be.
This wasn't my type of warfare, and if I was going to be honest with myself, I was struggling with it. I was always taught more to defend then to go out looking for fights. But at the same time, I just wanted the war to be over with, Mingyu on the throne so that I could finally relax just a bit.
Papa had two rules that covered what I was feeling right now. The first, rule number 19 was 'the only thing worse than being hunted is being helpless. Fix both' and 'every deal costs something. Learn the currency.'
The only currency that was currently my own was fear. And I refused to just sit back and let others handle things while we were all being hunted.
Which led me to this sleepless night.
