Wriothesley opened the door and stepped into the dark room before he closed it behind him, as quiet as possible. The meeting had taken longer than expected. Trying not to wake his sleeping wife, he undressed himself before he climbed into the bed. You stirred slightly as you felt movement behind you "Where have you been?" You mumbled, half asleep. A small smile formed on the Duke’s lips at your sleep drunken voice. "I'm sorry, Love. It took longer than we thought,” he mumbled softly.