Mikhailis blinked groggily as sunlight filtered through the thin material of the royal tent, illuminating the space in a gentle, golden glow. He could feel the warmth on his face, the light nudging him awake. He stretched his body slowly, his muscles protesting after a long, eventful night.
He sighed, pulling the blanket closer to his chest, but something tugged at the edge of his thoughts—a vague feeling that something wasn't quite right. The tent was empty, and he found himself lying alone in his plush sleeping bag. It took a few moments for everything to come back to him, the events of last night replaying in his mind like a fever dream.
