Ryan turned to the left, he couldn't sleep tight tonight as he wasn't accustomed to having rest on the ground. Despite the mattress under him, he couldn't sleep, maybe it was for the new air, place, and new people he met. The negotiations might stretch in here.
He recalled Saya in his head. She was interesting, she was among her men and came to them at the border, what was she doing there? Doubted if she used to patrol near the borders for fun.
Pushing the blanket away, he sat straight. His father and the others were sleeping in this large room but he couldn't.
He stood up and tipped toed out, snatching his coat to stroll in the cold.
Miguel opened his eyes. His son was experiencing the same thing.
Ryan went into the corridor. No one was in that part of this mansion, he observed the staircase that was leading up, that must be the roof.
