Half an hour after the royals left, Jake was left to his own device.
He hopped on the makeshift bed provided for him and closed his eyes.
The aftermath of the battle was still severe. He could barely walk, and the ropes binding his limbs heightened the problem.
Taking a deep breath, Jake blew out a hot gulp of air.
He was finally alone. Hence, he didn't need to keep the stiff smile on his face.
The moment he dropped it, he was relieved and back to his usual cold expression.
After looking at the top of the tent, he sighed again, 'What a sad life?'
Jake frowned when he sensed another person about to enter his tent.
From the way the person didn't knock, he was sure that it wasn't a guard.
The second he looked at the person, he sighed again, "What do you want?"
It was the person that had captured him. Despite wearing a hood, her silvery-white could be easily recognized.
