Joanne’s POV
Sleep did not come easily.
I was in an unknown place, sleeping in a bed where Alexander's scent barely lingered. It was clear he didn’t sleep here often, if at all. I stared up at the ceiling, and the faint light of the nearby candle flickered, making shadows dance across the tent.
It took a long while, but I found myself drifting off to sleep, drowning out the sounds of clinking armor and mindless chatter from outside.
When I woke, the sunlight was peering through the tent curtains.
Alexander hadn’t returned last night; at least not that I knew of. But I could sense that he was nearby.
I lifted my head to find the tent empty. I stood and made my way out towards the entrance.
Alexander had told me to stay in the tent last night, but he said nothing about this morni
