Dawnbreak

If he was fortunate enough, he would be able to sleep until noon without anyone waking him up. But that wasn’t the case, only the early birds should be up and working in the mornings, and he was woken up by strange noises. The youth was indeed part of that early crowd, but the lack of sleep has been making him a bit moody. He used to always find time to take random naps, but why was it so hard this time?

He couldn’t sleep, not with someone greeting him from nearby. It sounded like the blue-haired lord, didn’t it? And why was he barging into Reflet’s tent without permission? The strategist would have to scold him for that.

❝Chrom,❞ he said as he sat up and made sure to throw an exhausted expression to match the irritation in his voice, ❝couldn’t I just have a few more minutes of sleep…?❞

Now that he looked at him with a clear vision, he certainly didn’t remember brown hair on the lord. In fact, the person before him looked nothing like the man he thought he was talking to.

❝… E-eeheheh, sorry. I mistook you for a friend of mine.❞

Rubbing his neck bashfully, Sorey raised the flap of the tent, already halfway through the entrance. Considering how empty the area was, he had thought it to be some old abandoned war camp. Though he wasn’t fond of war, the possible historical value made him get ahead of himself as always. The brunet could already hear the scolding a certain water seraph would give if he were present. “I should be the one to apologize, didn’t think I’d be barging onto someone’s nap. Sorry about that.”