"In Cetus." Frey answered her in a heartbeat. He kept the jar of water aside and walked away from her toward the settee that was placed to the opposite side of the room.
Mircea touched her wet face, "Did you wake me up by spraying some water on me?" There was an accusation in her voice when she demanded the following. Frey supposed it was going to be a long night. The Queen has had her beauty sleep for a whole week, whereas he was running on four hours of sleep from the day she said she would marry him.
"Yes." Frey didn't realise his answers were short and coming off as rude to Mircea. Then again he hadn't noticed she was simply in a silk gown and nothing else. He hadn't even bothered to cover her with a quilt.
It was then she registered what he had said earlier. "Why are we in Cetus? Where is Faustina, Lilith? And Urban?" She panicked and tried to sit straighter when her throat and stomach tightened painfully. "Ahh." She moaned in agony.
