Integra had long since finished with her work for the evening. In fact, the knight had made it through every recent document and revised it. There was nothing left to address save for matters that needed to be touched upon during the next Round Table conference. The woman’s suit-coat was draped over the back of the large chair seated behind the polished desk, now clear of papers and envelopes. She had abandoned it before escaping to the manor’s study. There she unbuttoned the cuffs to her shirt and rolled them up so they folded at her elbows.
A light pitter-patter had begun as rain started to fall from the clouds overhead. She had noticed the beginnings of a storm upon walking through the corridors, glancing every so often at a window she passed. After settling into one of the chairs with a book in her lap, a small rumble of thunder was given. The knight nodded slightly, as if the sound had been anticipated and she had merely been waiting. Sleep, though it should be taken, was not the director’s priority at the time. Instead, both gloves were discarded and placed on a table beside the armchair she was now seated in. One leg folded over the over and an appreciative sigh slipped from the heir’s lips. Now, now she relished in the text printed upon pages of a book. She had been meaning to finish it, though never seemed to find the time. Now without any interruptions or obligations, the blonde had settled and willed herself to relax and enjoy the orchestra of weather as well as the novel.