"All right, are we ready?" Serenica asked Myorka.
The queen mother was staring at the dead captain.
"What do you mean?" the widow asked. "One can never be ready for something like this."
They had dressed Spade up all nice and comfortable, a luxury that was rarely allowed for deadrousing victims.
Arguably, of course, the corpse caked in diamonds and silk was not the victim here.
"I don't want to be present while this is happening," the queen mother said. "Your Highness…can I call you Myorka? Are you sure you want to see this?"
"In fact, I am not," Myorka admitted. "We'll just leave Serenica to do her thing."
The healer raised an eyebrow. "You believe in my competence?"
The question was absurd. It had been by Serenica's cunning alone that the queen mother and Kinley's corpse had been brought aboard the Princess.
It didn't feel right, but a week had passed, and Serenica's comfort zone was currently very narrow.
