"In any case – Ligur is safe. They treat him much better than they treat me. I may have done a few things to provoke them…"
Serenica didn't want to know what the prince had done. She had a feeling that she would throw a fit if he told her everything.
The Dreamer was a good man, but one could search high and low for a fellow with a hotter head and a quicker temperament. Prone to being enraged by injustice, the prince was the last person to be sensible and keep his head down.
That was why Serenica loved him, she loved him so awfully much that it was painful and indecent and all kinds of delicious, degenerate things.
"Quick, before they notice the mistake," the healer said. "Give me all you know."
"We are seven doors away from daylight. There are no windows in the room I am. I don't know if Ligur has been moved since I was put In a different room. In any case we are in the northernmost part of the fortress. I just…I just know."
