As I anticipate, Prince Jorlan remains fast asleep. Typical. Gritting my teeth, I carefully shift onto my stomach, wincing at the effort. My entire body feels filthy, worn out, and raw.

A sharp pang of guilt strikes me as I recall Hestrel waiting for me. She’s probably still somewhere nearby. I muster enough energy to rise, only for pain to radiate through my aching muscles. My dress is tattered, unwearable, and my spare clothes are all in my room. Hestrel might have something ...