After a restful night spent in his rented bed at the cozy inn, Dean rose early, the first rays of dawn filtering through the window, casting a gentle glow upon the room. He sat at the bedside, a sense of purpose in his movements as he tied his shoes, preparing for the day ahead. As he leaned forward, he turned his attention to Lady Aethelwyn, who was still bound to the bedpost where he had left her the previous evening.
"Did you manage to get some restful sleep?" Dean inquired, his voice brimming with genuine concern. He glanced at Lady Aethelwyn, her delicate frame showing signs of fatigue. Despite her exhaustion, she met his gaze briefly with tired eyes before looking away, her silence speaking volumes about her feelings towards him. Dean understood her lack of response, recognizing that their relationship was strained and that she held little trust for him.
