[On the Northern Road — The Malika's Camp — Night]
Night had settled over the traveling camp of the Malika.
The imperial caravan had stopped near the edge of a dry river valley where tall stone ridges shielded the camp from the desert wind. Torches burned in iron stands around the perimeter, their flames bending softly beneath the night breeze while Zahryssar knights stood guard in silent formation.
At the center of the camp stood the largest pavilion.
The tent of the Malika.
Thick carpets covered the ground inside, and layered silks hung from the poles to keep the night air warm. A low traveling bed had been prepared in the middle, surrounded by cushions, fur blankets, and small tables filled with medicines and sealed jars.
Levin rested against the pillows, one leg stretched slightly forward while the other remained bent beneath the blanket. His eyes were closed, his breathing slow, but he was not fully at peace.
