#Chapter 107: One Last Night Together

Though Caleb is amped up to return to the capital and reclaim his throne, Tristan and the rest of the soldiers are showing a bit of fatigue. In a quiet moment, away from the ears of the others, I speak gently to Caleb, “Tristan doesn’t look like he’s slept since he’s been gone. Perhaps leaving in the morning, after everyone has eaten and rested would be best.” Caleb glares at me for the unsolicited advice. I expect a lecture, yet, the longer he looks at me, the more his features soften. “Fine,” he says. “But feeding all of them is your responsibility.” He likely means it as a punishment for my suggestion, but I know there is enough fish in the icebox. There’s also some ripe vegetables in the garden. We have enough food to feed the soldiers and ourselves. Honestly, I’m pleased to see none of it going to waste. To Tristan, he says, “We’ll leave in the morning.” Tristan nods, hiding his relief until Caleb’s back is turned. Inside, I cook alone. Compared to having Caleb hel