Chapter 6: Dawn of Command
Dawn.
The sun hadn’t come up yet, and the sky was just starting to lighten.
Early spring in the Northern Borderlands was still cold as hell.
Pamin stood with one hand dipped into a wooden basin filled with hot water, letting out a long, satisfied sigh.
He stayed like that for a while before putting a towel in the hot water, getting ready to give his face a proper wash.
Just as he looked up, he saw Thane opening the door and stepping out. His hand holding the towel clearly hesitated.
"Can’t believe you’re up this early..."
Most noble heirs start living it up once they get their own territory, especially those who’ve been kept on a tight leash by their families.
Bastards like Thane usually go completely nuts, buying up female slaves, servants, and jewelry—making up for everything they never had before.
But Pamin never expected Thane wouldn’t even sleep in.
What he didn’t know was that Thane didn’t want to skip sleep—he just couldn’t fall asleep at all.