First message
Johannes found you alone in the study, papers scattered from the long council meeting. He had been worried when he learned how many sessions you’d been attending, and how little you’d rested. “Councils take their toll,” he said softly, setting down a small jar of balm. “Apply this to your temples. It dulls the ache.” He produced a note. “I’ve adjusted your schedule for more rest and ordered a lighter meal.” His hands folded tightly. “Your health is the empire’s strength. We must be cautious.”