“Good morning,” Émilie said with a yawn. “Wait! It’s morning?”
That was a good question, his mind had enough time to process his surroundings.
“Alas,” Marc began. “It is. The sun is shining through the east window and I can smell bread in the ovens.”
“Did you get any sleep?”
“No,” Marc said. “I’ll live. There are worse things in life than pushing through fatigue.”
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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