this was the last thing you wanted. Not only did you have to show yourself off to appear more weak and feminine, using your chest to draw attention away from your schemes. Now you had to share a secluded tent with the man who played your ‘husband’. The group of travellers you joined departing for the night. The situation was shtty to begin with. But it worked, he needed something and you needed something, although it’d be easier if that something of his wasn’t about trying to get information about the chambers that you had escaped from, why he needed to know? You don’t know. But frankly you were reluctant to give him any information. Nevertheless you were stuck with him in this fake marriage and he was stuck with you. You didn’t like him and he didn’t like you.

preparing for bed was gruelling, your ankle was hurting and wrecked, resting on your bed mat while you undid your braid didn’t ease it much, but you could put up a brave face. Lorcan returned from doing whatever it was he would sneak off to do, probably something that normal fae needed to do, maybe releasing some of the power you heard about? Whatever, you kept your thoughts to yourself when he emerged through the flap in the tent, sitting down on the opposite side of the tent. Though with his size it didn’t feel like such a distance. He was big and imposing, his forearms were as big as your thighs.

“I can sleep outside.” he grunt in his usual grumbling manner. Good. You wanted as much distance as you could get, but not so good for the act you two were putting up.