[sleep] your muse waking mine up because they’ve overslept
His agent was always on time. Always.
While he was able to retain his smooth demeanor for thefirst meeting of the day, by the time it was over, with no sign of his agent, Illyriowas most definitely irritated. The agentwas here to perform a service. To provide intelligence on the people comingto see him, give him the advantage in negotiating, and keep a dedicated eye outfor any potential threats.
Illyrio had gotten usedto his presence, and to not have it there when it was expected was distracting.
As soon as the meeting concluded, he stormed up to hisagent’s quarters. The agent had earnedhis irritation today, and he would feel it.
The door swung open with a bang, evidently prompting animmediate evacuation from the bed. Blakkwas on his feet with an owlish, slightly panicked, slightly disoriented look,as he attempted to straighten his rumpled clothing. Illyrio narrowed his eyes.
Apparently registering how late in the morning it was, Blakkflushed and executed a hasty bow. “Apologies, my lord. I … overslept. It won’t happen again.”
“I dare say it won’t,”Illyrio snapped in a quiet tone that threatened more than a raised voice evercould. He studied the agent hard. Blakk still wore his sleeveless vest from theparty last night, the one with the high collar that buttoned up the back. Illyrio knew the agent kept the same schedulehe did, though with several hours additional on either end for preparation andIntelligence work. The bandaging tightaround his forearm was evidence of this; it hadn’t been there when Illyrio hadseen him last. Evidently, he’d been outagain last night for some purpose or other, even though the party had concludedat midnight.
The bed was rumpled, but the covers still tucked in. He’d probably fallen asleep by accident.
Illyrio pressed his lips together. He felt his irritation fading, though somenew annoyance was taking its place for some reason he couldn’t quite put afinger on.
He would worry about it later.
“You have fifteen minutes,” he said, voice still clipped,and swept out of the room before Blakk could complete his, “Yes, my lord!”
Maybe he would cancel his appointments for the afternoon.
