Calais stands before me, the fabric of his vest stretched tautly across his broad shoulders. Accessories are running along the pockets of his blue pants.
I raise my eyebrows at him in question. Prince Pieter is still by my side, seemingly lost in thought as I am ambushed by Calais while on our way to the greenhouse.
Finally, I ask, "What brings you here?"
"I heard from the servants that you are with the second prince," Calais begins. "So I came to talk to you."
"I am accompanying the Prince," I point out. "I have no time for you."
"It's quite alright, Lady Lyrica," the prince interjects. "General Parcell can come with us."
I give Prince Pieter a stern frown. This should not be fine with him. We are being ambushed by this desperate man!
"Before we go inside the greenhouse, shouldn't you tell me now what you need from me?" I ask.
Calais shakes his head. "I can still wait. In the meantime, I will escort you and the prince inside."
