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Atheria, The Sarcastic beauty

Atheria returned to their camp and settled down before the prince, the crackling campfire casting flickering shadows around them. She watched him sleep, his features relaxed, as if nothing was wrong in the world. She couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "How can he sleep so peacefully?"

For the next few hours, Atheria remained lost in deep thought, her gaze occasionally flickering to the prince's form. The night seemed to stretch on, and the chirping of crickets was the only sound that accompanied her contemplation.

As the first hints of dawn began to lighten the sky, Atheria's eyes widened. She noticed Xander slowly stirring, his eyelids fluttering as he woke.

Xander stretched his muscles as he woke, his curiosity piqued by Atheria's seemingly sleepless night. "Didn't you sleep at all?" he asked in surprise.

Atheria's eyes narrowed as she gave him a sarcastic look. "Unlike you, getting turned into a blood mage isn't exactly a relaxing experience that allows one to sleep."

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