Edric shook his head, a stupid smile stretched across his lips as she tugged him down the hall. It was moments like these when he, a thirty-seven-year-old man, had married a woman in her early twenties. She was so energetic, full of life... and some days he could barely find the energy to eat dinner before sprawling across the bed, still clad in his uniform. She made him feel younger, but she also drove him mad—and with the days's exhaustion weighing down on him, he hoped this wouldn't be one of those days.

"Physical activity in the morning and an afternoon of paperwork," he answered. There was nothing worse than those days; he was exhausted by noon and then spent the rest of the day trying to stay awake while repeatedly signing his signature. "As long as our bed isn't covered in books, I'm sure it'll be fine."

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