PRINCE ARCHER WAS ALONE in the shelter when he awoke the following morning. Aurora was no longer in his arms. Outside, he could hear the sound of firewood crackling, and could smell the aroma of roasted meat.Getting up from the floor of the tent, the prince-in-disguise held the back of his neck, cracking it slightly to alleviate the dull pain he was feeling on it. He must have fallen asleep in an awkward position. Walking outside, he caught sight of Aurora sitting in front of a fire roast, turning over the heat what looks to be some sort of bird meat skewered on a piece of stick. She looked up at the sound of his footsteps, and, catching sight of his face, flustered a little and turned her eyes away from him immediately. Archer walked towards her and sat on a flat rock in front of her.“How are you this morning, my lady?” he inquired politely.Aurora shrugged, handing him a cooked piece of bird meat on a stick. She cleared her throat. “I have hunted to break our fast, as you can see.