The following morning, Kalina led Zintia and Lala from their cabin to the ship's quarterdeck. Valian joined the party a few minutes later, and they ate casually on the poop while watching the sun rise over the sea.
Kalina had already forgotten of the previous night's tumult. She only had thoughts to remember she had fallen asleep while Valian kissed her. And that, the next morning she had woken up hugging him, wrapped in his scent. Woods and orange blossoms. Gods! Could a mortal ask for anything more?
Now Kalina studied the princess surreptitiously. It was fortunate that Zintia seemed calm. On the other hand, Lala looked cheerful despite the dark circles that marked her eyes.
Poor girl. Kalina thought, hoping they wouldn't have any more setbacks. If they continued at that pace, the ladies would end up traumatized. Kal pondered as she watched Valian head towards where his steed was. He took good care of Blaze.
