💤 for a Sleepy Camilla!

The sun had long since set, but the dutiful soldiers
of Nohr were still as sharp as the sun’s early rays.
Camilla was finishing up her rounds as she spotted
the very patriotic axe fighter loitering about. He really
was meant to be keeping an eye on the new recruits,
but with his luck, she knew he must have simply been
confused. With her eyebrow raised, she called to him
with an authoritative, yet elegant voice.

     ⎡Harold.⎦

    ⎡May I join you under this starry night?
        Come, sit with me.⎦

Practically forcing the man, the two sat on the dirty
ground beneath them; something quite unusual
for a princess of her rank. Her torso leaned against him,
armour partially off due to the casual setting. As she
eyeballed the twinkling canvas above, her eyelids seemed
to close by themselves. Gently, Camilla let her head fall
on the man’s shoulder. 

   ⎡I’ll…forgive your carelessness this time.⎦