~ Third Person's Point of View ~
Smokes coming from the dry firing woods and weeds propelled Lester to be awakened.
He yawned as he finally saw the luminous and bright surroundings due to the sunlight.
He touched and rubbed his chest as he suddenly remembered the young Princess.
"Am I dreaming?"
Lester asked himself upon seeing Shaotzie, sleeping so calm and sweet.
He slapped his cheek and clamoured after being hurt by his own foolishness.
Slowly, he folded all the things he used. A cloak and a fabric which he used as a protector against the cold weather.
But he noticed that the fire remained warm and flickering through the entire night.
He said, "Perhaps he did not go to sleep and watched me until the daylight!"
Lester was referring about Zachary. A swordsman and a Prince's right hand who became a young Princess' protector.
He then put everything back to his huge bag and looked around to find something to eat.
