Nazmi caught wind while wandering the palace in wait for the tailor to finish her commission, that the Prince had ordered there to be a celebration prepared for his return.
She was becoming giddy at the prospect of him coming back; if he was already in a good mood from a success out in the field, surely after laying together he would be even easier to ease information out of. Nazmi was really going to give seducing him her all; her life could very well depend on it.
The collar needed to come off. It was the first and biggest step toward her freedom. Once it was gone, everything else would come much easier.
Nazmi and her two companions were sitting peacefully in the library, which had essentially become their home. Caelus was nose-deep in an academic journal that he had just imported, and Ada was writing in a notebook.
