As exhausted as she was, Portia eventually drifted into a light sleep, the day's fatigue catching up with her. Her breathing slowed, her body relaxed against the simple mattress. Time blurred.
But after what felt like only a moment, discomfort stirred her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, bleary with sleep, her limbs sluggish. A dull pressure in her lower abdomen reminded her why she had woken up as her bladder was full.
She sat up, blinking slowly, trying to process her surroundings. The walls were plain, the furnishings sparse. The unmistakable scent of iron and leather lingered faintly in the air. It wasn't the room she had usually slept in. It was one of the army quarters, by the look of it. Oh yes. It was. She realised that she came to meet Cristiano and was now sleeping here as well.
