The next morning, the rain had finally let up. The sound of it pattering on the roof had been replaced with an eerie, almost oppressive silence that left her feeling more than a little uncomfortable.
Even after waking, her body had been reluctant to move, leaving her laying on the bed staring at the canvas wall until a guard arrived and brought her a bowl of porridge.
The guard didn't stay or speak with her, simply handed the bowl over and then left. She ate it quickly, but when she was done...
She didn't know what to do.
She just laid in the bed in the tent and stared. The walls of the tent were uninteresting. Her gaze was unfocused.
Her thoughts weren't really anywhere either.
It was just a lot of nothing.
She couldn't remember what she'd planned to do before the prince was injured, how she'd meant to spend her time in this trip, and so...