Tent Confessions

Kaelen's POV

I had not enjoyed the feast for a single second. The roasted meats, the overflowing ale, the loud laughter of the victorious fighters—it all meant nothing to me. My eyes constantly scanned the crowded pavilion, searching through the sea of bodies. I could not get a clear view of Caleb Vance's table. The very thought of Celia sitting there, sharing a meal and conversation with another