Renault woke up feeling refreshed, though he wasn’t sure the ladies would feel the same way when he woke them up in a few minutes. It was still somewhat dark outside, but the sun in the east was starting to show its presence in the clouds above them.
He started packing up some of the camp to make life easier for the women who had stayed up late drinking and dancing.
There wasn’t much to pack up with both ladies in their respective tents, but he gathered the things he could and prepared the horses so all they had to do when the women awoke was pack up their tents.
“Ugh,” Renault heard a groan from his tent. “Thanks for the bread tip, it helps a bit.”
Constance slowly emerged from the tent, her blonde hair disheveled and twisted. She matted it down as best she could before standing up
