The next day,
Morning sunlight filtered harshly through the thin fabric of Rowena's tent, casting faint crimson patterns across her pale, tired face.
She had barely gotten a few hours of rest, her body heavy with fatigue, the strain of the journey weighing heavily on her exhausted frame.
She didn't even get enough time to hunt for blood after looking after Ravina for so long. However, sleeping for a while seemed to restore some energy to her body.
The tent was quiet, serene—a brief refuge from the hardships that lay beyond.
But her peaceful sleep was abruptly interrupted when Merina hurriedly entered the tent, her gentle face flushed with urgency and astonishment.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing your rest," Merina whispered apologetically, gently shaking Rowena's shoulder. Her voice trembled slightly with suppressed excitement and shock.
