The Admiral woke her up from her slumber. They were going to reach the port in no time at all. The Princess was on the smaller side and quite fragile compared to the frigates and warships of their worst enemies, but it was the nimblest little thing ever seen on the northern waters and it navigated the shallows near Aja Vana with grace and ease.
A ray of sunlight was reflected from a statue, it hurt Serenica's eyes, but they were finally there. The pagan halls of Aja Vana opened up before them, and they could lay anchor carelessly, like proper merchants did in Neul, in open daylight like they had nothing to fear. No crown ruled here. There were no slave masters, no slaves, no city watch, and judging by the smell the fish was at least as good here as it was in the south.
Serenica put her left foot on the dock. She put her right foot on the dock and breathed in saffron and crime.
"Excuse me, are you high on something?" Spade asked.
