Wake Up
In the other part of the camp, Gideon shook his head as he walked towards Princess Ezme's tent.
"Why would they send this brat instead of another officer?" Gideon murmured to himself as he approached the tent. "This'll be a pain in the ass…"
He was just about to enter the tent when Princess Ezme suddenly went out, looking at him with a haughty eye as he stopped in front of her.
"I can smell your stink from my room, so let me spare you the time of entering my tent and meet you here," Ezme snorted.
Gideon shook his head with a grin. Slightly bowed to Ezme, he greeted, "Welcome to your new playground, milady."
Ezme scoffed once more. With a pout, she mumbled, "I heard that your king's mate passed out during the burial rites. Hah! She's not fit to be his mate if she's that weak. Death is inevitable in a war, and showing her weakness in front of her people like that is just so lame."