Rowan woke at the break of dawn, five in the morning and found himself still inside Zalyric's tent. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he scanned the space but the tent was empty. Pushing himself up, he stepped outside only to see his king, Zalyric, standing a few paces away with Evan, Dylan and three elite knights.
"Well, look who finally decided to wake up," Zalyric said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Some knight you are, sleeping while your king's already up."
Evan let out a long sigh, clearly exasperated. "His majesty is far too lenient with you," he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Then, Zalyric clicked his tongue with a smirk tugging at his lips. "I'll let it slide for now. We even stepped outside so we wouldn't disturb your precious sleep. And as it turns out, you were right. There really was an ambush waiting for us." His eyes flicked to Dylan and the knights, the look sharp enough to be a command without words.
Evan sighed again, shoulders heavy.
