Later that night, after tossing and turning in her tent, Fay felt restless. The weight of the journey ahead pressed on her, and the anticipation of reaching the kingdom left her uneasy. Quietly, she slipped out of the tent, even though Drake was not present. The camp was serene, with only a few men gathered around the flickering fire, their low voices merging with the sounds of the night. Fay moved silently through the shadows, the cool air brushing against her skin as she made her way to the water hole.
The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow on the surface of the water, and Fay felt a thrill of freedom. She wanted to wash away the tension that coiled within her. Stripping off her clothes, she took a deep breath and plunged into the water. The coldness enveloped her, biting at her ski
