Vivian’s POV

Alen and I maintained a distance—neither too close nor too far—as we made our way back to the campsite, him walking ahead and me following behind.

When we arrived at my carriage, Alen stood beside it, waiting for me to catch up. As I approached, he dropped a cold remark, "Vivian, we're here. Go inside and get some sleep."

After delivering those words, Alen didn't even bid me a good night. He simply turned and walked away.

Watching his departing figure, my emotions, which had ...