Chapter 16: A Festival of the Senses and Truths

Elanor didn’t know how far the Olmon settlement was, but Azzoth had woken her up at the crack of dawn—the moment the sun started to rise and lighten the sky they were up, packing up the camp and heading deeper into the territory.

It was the first time he hadn’t slammed open a door to wake her, but she wasn’t sure that him looming over her and demanding she wake up was better or not.

After he had dragged her away from the General of Lust yesterday, she’d been brought to his tent and ordered to not leave. After her ‘conversation’ with said general that left her still floundering her for feet, trying to get a hold of her feelings, she thought that staying put and going to sleep was a pretty good idea.

His tent had a bed too at least, so she had gotten under the covers and fallen asleep surprisingly quickly. Maybe she was getting used to sleeping with troubled thoughts.