Hovsep slammed into the morning. He was awake. Goddammit. He was awake.
There was no reason to pour cold water on his head, but that’s what had happened, and now he was dripping wet and fucking cold. His overseer growled at him.
“Get up, you’re not paid to sleep.” Hovsep glared back and almost reminded his
overseer that he was not, in the strictest terms, paid, but there was still water in the bucket seemingly just for this purpose.
“What do you want?” he snapped.
“His highness has some captives, and he wants answers.” Hovsep rolled out of bed.
He knew the drill.
Nihilistic Porcupine 