Robert moved through the rebel camp, his steps heavy with the weariness of two days of hard marching. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, damp earth, and the lingering smoke of cookfires. The camp sprawled across the field, a sea of tents and banners rippling in the wind, each bearing the colors of different lords who had cast their lot in this war.
Men sat in clusters, tending to their weapons,massaging their foot , or gnawing at hardened bread. Some sharpened blades with quiet focus, while others muttered prayers or shared uneasy laughter, trying to shake off the fatigue that clung to them like a second skin. The horses, tethered near the supply wagons, shifted restlessly, snorting as stable hands moved among them.
