*Darius*
The chair across from the window seat became, over the weeks, the most important chair he had ever occupied.
Not because of what happened in it. Because of what he chose not to do while sitting in it.
He sat with his work. The work was real — Cole handled what he could, which was considerable, but the Alpha King's decisions required the Alpha King, and so the paperwork found him in the chair and he worked through it there with the river sound coming through the glass and Sera in the window seat across from him doing whatever she was doing.
Reading, mostly.
Observing, always.
Running her specific, systematic attention over everything within reach — the sauce experiments she had been secretly ranking, the perimeter report error she had caught before he had, the pattern of Rowa
