30 May, 1360. Eberelle County, Northern Islia
The faint rays of dawn had started slanting through the gaps of the tent, tracking across his face. He wasn't ready to wake up yet, though.
William threw an arm across his eyes to block the light, then rolled over while still half asleep. Pain jolted through his left shoulder as he rolled onto it without thinking, making him mutter a curse. Settling down on his back to sleep again, he then felt something warm and soft press up against him.
He felt arms sliding around his middle. Drifting slowly back to sleep, he sighed. The joy of waking up in his beautiful wife's embrace would never fade for him.
It even made being on this godforsaken campaign bearable, he thought to himself. Except…
Except Camilla wasn't on the campaign. She was far away, still in Westerhaven. So who had enfolded him in an embrace?