Joseph's Village Guard
The knocking started soft. Polite, even.
*Thud. Thud. Thud.*
By the fourth knock, my eye was already twitching. I'd spent the entire night hunched over that damned letter to Lord Adrian, checking every word twice, making sure my report was pristine. The messenger had better not wake the entire house with his—
*THUD. THUD. THUD.*
Idiot.
I shot up from my chair, legs protesting after hours of sitting. Three strides to the door, yank it open, shove the letter into the messenger's startled face, and slam it shut, quietly, before he could utter a word.
Perfect. Quick. Silent.
Why must everyone be so incompetent…
"Is everyone around you so incompetent?"
My blood turned to ice.
Crimson eyes stared straight at me, glinting with amusement in the pre-dawn darkness. Joseph sat on the edge of his mattress, fully dressed, looking like he'd been awake for hours.
Since when did he wake up?
