Damian woke sometime in the middle of the night, his sleep plagued by restless thoughts. Everything that had happened weighed heavily on his mind.
'I'll go get some air. Maybe a shower would help,' he decided, pushing back the covers and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.
Their room was equipped with a private bathroom and a tub for bathing, but Damian first stepped outside for some fresh air. He took the opportunity to check on his horse and carriage, spotting the tavern worker diligently tending to them. The man gave him a reassuring nod and a silent smile.
The night was still and peaceful. Few people traveled this road after dark, and the tavern stood alone in the quiet countryside. Damian welcomed the tranquility. The quiet darkness offered a moment of much-needed reflection.
