Chapitre 144: One Good Thing

21 February, 1360. Westerhaven Palace, Islia

Camilla suddenly jerked and blinked. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and the images that had been running through her mind gradually faded. She had been back at Arlen Castle, trying to evade the Islian mercenaries. It had just been a nightmare, she told herself, nothing more. Which meant…

She had fallen asleep.

Camilla sat up in bed as panic seized her. Her sudden movements caused the person next to her to groan sleepily.

William was next to her. Camilla sighed with relief.

"Another nightmare?" his voice was rough with sleep.

Camilla nodded and laid back down, facing him. William was sprawled on the bed, shirtless. He pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his warm, spicy scent that she loved so much.

She was going to miss him dreadfully.

"How late is it?" she whispered.