Soleia paced around the campsite, idly rubbing her arms in a bid to keep herself warm. Despite being the lady of the household, none of Orion's men bothered to offer her any help― whether it was a spare blanket or gruel from their breakfast.
Soleia tried not to take it too personally. Their breakfast portions were miserly enough to begin with. She guessed that Orion must have wanted to ride for the palace almost immediately that he hadn't managed supplies properly.
Instead, she decided to wait for Sir Ralph's return. She needed to relieve herself, but she wasn't comfortable going off alone and unguarded to do it, and she didn't trust the guards enough to be left with them in such a vulnerable position.
