Janelle's Pov
I did not sleep after I returned to my tent. I lay on my thin bedroll with the prince's cloak still wrapped around me, because I was too cold to take it off and too angry at myself for being thankful for it.
Mara, the girl who shared my tent, had fallen asleep hours earlier. She was one of the kitchen servants and had been kind to me since the day I arrived at the castle, so I did not want to wake her. I stayed quiet and stared at the canvas above me while the fire outside burned lower and lower.
