Morning sunlight crept through the fabric of the tent, casting soft patterns across Caelen's face. He stirred beneath the sheets, blinking as he slowly opened his eyes. The warmth beside him from the night before was gone.
He reached to both sides of the bed.
"...It's cold," he muttered.
With a low sigh, he sat up, pushing off the sheets and standing to dress. He fastened his black tunic, tightened his belt, then stepped outside into the crisp morning air.
The camp was quiet, but not still.
Veralia, Reina, and Nyra were gathered around the campfire, their faces lighting up the moment they saw him.
"Good morning!" Veralia said with a playful grin.
"Morning, Caelen," Reina added, stretching her arms lazily.
Nyra offered a soft smile. "You're up early, my Lord."
Caelen gave them a nod. "Morning." He stepped forward casually.
Ryan approached from the side, standing straight. "Good morning, my Lord."
