The morning light spilled gently through the windows of Nathan's room, bathing it in a golden glow. The sun's rays stretched lazily across the space, highlighting the intricate carvings on the wooden furniture and the faint wisps of steam rising from a distant brazier. The air was still, heavy with the silence of a camp in a rare moment of peace.
Nathan stirred, the soft light playing against his black hair. His body, weary from the trials of the past days, seemed reluctant to wake, seeking solace in the warmth of the bed. The previous days had been a whirlwind of action and emotion, culminating in events that even now felt larger than life.
