Philippa couldn't sleep that night, her mind consumed with worry for Baldwin's condition. She tossed and turned in her bed, trying to find some semblance of peace, but her thoughts kept returning to the battlefield and the danger that Baldwin faced. Eventually, she gave up on sleep and decided to break a sweat instead.
She slipped out of bed and made her way to the practice ground, determined to focus her energy on something productive. As she began to practice her swordsmanship, Lady Ruth appeared, greeting her with a warm smile.
"Your Highness... It's good to see you early in the morning," Lady Ruth said, watching as Philippa moved gracefully through the motions of her swordplay.
Philippa nodded in response, her mind still consumed with thoughts of Baldwin. She couldn't help but wonder if he was still alive, if he was still fighting for their cause. She felt a pang of guilt for not being there to protect him, for not being able to do more to help him.
