"Dear, is everything alright?"
My senses waver before the piece of meat in front of me, small black spots occupy my vision. I try to rub my eyes to remove them, but it's no use, they remain there like flies preventing me from having complete clarity.
Leliana, my wife, is across the table, looking at me with concern. When was the last time I caused someone so much fear because of my condition? I'm getting old with the days, this truly is sad...
"Torvek" she calls me, and I look up. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep after our dinner? You need rest, your face looks terrible."
Does it? It must be because I'm old. I take a deep breath, leaning back against the chair and resting my elbow on one of the armrests. Since Darius left, I've returned to the logistical and political work to control the Moonlight dukedom and ease my brother's burden, but it has drained my energy.
