Ravena's POV
I woke up to the sound of warriors’ footsteps, realizing I had fallen asleep immediately after Prince Evander left, exhausted from four days of travel.
The bed here was smaller than the one in the prince’s tent, and the floor had no wooden planks. In one corner stood a rough partition of wood, large leaves, and straw that provided some privacy for changing clothes.
After washing my face and changing into a clean tunic, I took a deep breath.
Just then, a deep voice called out from outside. “My lady.” Evander’s Beta stepped in with a quick bow. He was tall and steady, his gaze sharp. “I am Bastian. The prince instructed me to escort you to breakfast.”
“Thank you," I said, as I picked up my cloak.
We headed to the dining tent where the warriors were gathered to eat. Upon a
