Of Love And The Clashing Of Swords⚔

Slowly Andrés resurfaced from his exhausted sleep. For a moment he didn't know what it was that had woken him or where he was. Without opening his eyes he carefully took stock of his own body. He was apparently sitting in a chair, lying sideways with his head pillowed on his arms against a hard but yielding surface. He had a crick on his neck from the unnatural position and he could feel a slight tingling in his limbs from the lack of circulation.For a moment he wondered if he had fallen asleep in his study once again, but he couldn't remember spending any time there recently. On the contrary he had been spending most of his time on patrol because of the situation with…That's when realisation dawned on him and his blood turned to ice in his veins.