He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a decent night’s sleep. He thought he might have felt a flicker of real joy a few weeks ago, but it had been gone so quickly he hadn’t had time to dwell on it. There was just so much else for him to do. Funeral rites here, vigils there, being summoned even from the scant snatches of sleep he managed to grab by the need to put down monsters that were still cropping up because he’d asked Teomitl to wait...
He closed his eyes and slumped against the inner wall of his own courtyard, taking a deep breath. Half an hour. Storm Lord strike him, give him just half an hour of rest.
“Acatl-tzin?!”
One of his priests, frantic. He could smell fresh blood.
Gritting his teeth, he straightened up. It was time for him to do his duty again.
Obsidian & Blood, Acatl
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a decent night’s sleep. He thought he might have felt a flicker of real joy a few weeks ago, but it had been gone so quickly he hadn’t had time to dwell on it. There was just so much else for him to do. Funeral rites here, vigils there, being summoned even from the scant snatches of sleep he managed to grab by the need to put down monsters that were still cropping up because he’d asked Teomitl to wait...
He closed his eyes and slumped against the inner wall of his own courtyard, taking a deep breath. Half an hour. Storm Lord strike him, give him just half an hour of rest.
“Acatl-tzin?!”
One of his priests, frantic. He could smell fresh blood.
Gritting his teeth, he straightened up. It was time for him to do his duty again.