Late night draped its velvet cloak over the camp, the moonlight spilling like liquid silver over the lavish tents that sprawled in an orderly yet opulent fashion. Each tent was a small palace of its own, adorned with rich tapestries, golden candelabras, and plush bedding that seemed too grand for mere mortals.
Not far from this enclave of luxury, the dark forest loomed, its trees whispering secrets and promises of the hunt to come.
The nobles had retired after a sumptuous dinner, their laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses now just echoes in the night.
Inside one of the luxurious tents, Vyan was playing an intense round of chess with Ronan, while Clyde was roped into the Herculean task of teaching Katelyn the game's finer points.
