Not giving attention to the crew of pirates or the excited atmosphere, Jäwell had seen Zuline entering her tent after their arrival and he decided to discreetly join her. He pushed the fabric and entered. The tent was not large, it was just enough for one person. There were furs on the floor and an inside little stove to keep the place warm. Large carpets made of heavy cotton isolated from the cold sand and he saw a round low table with two glasses and a bottle of wine.
Zuline moved from behind a curtain, she was now dressed in a light linen white dress, and she came to take a seat on the furs on the floor next to the table in silence. The place was cozy and it felt right to be here with her at the moment. Jäwell came to join her, he sat next to her in front of the fire, took the bottle, and served them a glass. The prince stared at her and her slow and delicate moves, it felt almost as if they separated only the day before.
