That night I lay awake in my bed, my sleep as elusive as my enemies have been for the past fortnight; not because I am anxious, not because I am excited, nor is it because I feel my skull particularly crowded with thoughts and rage tonight, as I have so often felt; no, this sleepless sickness of mine tonight has only one cause, and it's cure is one and the same as it's lavender scented medicine.
The only drug I have ever, and would forever so willingly succumb to it's intoxicating effect.
I have not seen my Eve ever since I gave her her secret task, back when I had not yet led three hundred thousand men into the enemy's ravaged territory. And though I had hoped that she would use her many divine talents to visit me since, I have so far been disappointed.
