He looks up as they knock on the door out of politeness, but he knew better than to expect they’d wait for a response— he knew who it was. And they lacked all sorts of tact. Sure as law, it was his advisor with that terribly pitiful expression on their face. He didn’t turn to face them, instead tipping the quill into ink. He did, however, say; You’re not supposed to be in here.
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