For a moment, there was no response. The night seemed to hold its breath, as if waiting for the universe to decide the outcome of this encounter. Francis's heart raced, his emotions swirling within him. He called out her name once more, his voice carrying a hint of desperation, "Camilla!"
Then, finally, the silence was broken. The curtain of Camilla's tent rustled, and she emerged, her figure illuminated by the moonlight. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and joy, a reaction that mirrored the intensity of the moment. It had been a long time since she had seen him, and the emotions that surged in her were undeniable.
"Francis?" Camilla's voice held a mixture of disbelief and delight. She took a step forward, as if confirming that he was indeed real, standing before her. But Francis's face remained composed, his emotions masked behind a serene facade. He smiled lightly and asked, "How are you, Camilla?"
