1081:

Makedonios was taking a break from the Senate proceedings. The Emperor had not yet arrived and everyone was basically just sitting there staring at each other. So he had retired to his chambers behind the Order's section in the Senate. His room was spartan. A small bed was in one corner. A pad to pray on in another. A chest held his wardrobe. He was sitting on his bed reading the latest pile of letters when one of them made him laugh. It seemed the political games were starting already. No matter, he wouldn't let the petty jealousies of other nobles distract him from his Holy mission.

He finally put the letters down and laid in bed. It was the first time he had laid down in a couple days. He was exhausted. The past few days was a whirlwind of letter writing and politicking. Plus Makedonios had another reason to keep busy. For when he was busy, he wasn't thinking of "her". Well, at least not too much. Ever since last night, she kept invading his thoughts. As he laid there, he wondered if she was thinking of him too. He shook his head. Bah, she is probably being courted by half of the men in the Senate. She has other things on her mind. Makenodios tried to get to sleep.