Asabel saved her from her plight when it looked like no one else would be willing to. "You have to have the most perfect hair I've ever seen," she said, cooing like a mother over her cub. "And that butterfly pin too – it's such a lovely compliment. Your retainers must all be very clever."
"…Thank you, Your Highness," Lasha finally managed to spit out.
The Princess smiled at her, doing her very best to put her at ease. "I heard what you did for Oliver at his trial. That was very brave of you."
"Uhm… I heard what you did too," Lasha said, "I think that was far braver."
"Or foolish, as many are calling it," Lancelot said, introducing himself with a bow. "Though we will soon turn even that sort of misfortune on its head, I have no doubt. I am Lancelot Swiftrider, my Lady. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Lasha nodded blankly back.
