"Seventh Sea ahoy!"
Celestiel reluctantly pulled away from the King's embrace, knowing that because they had now reached the seventh sea, he had business to attend to.
She glanced around the room, finding it empty except for her and her husband. She realised Thalia must have left to give them the privacy they needed, she hadn't even realised when she had done so although.
She must have been way too in deep in the sorrow and dread she had been feeling, trying to drown in the feel of comfort that Sebastian had given her. And genuinely, she simply wanted to dive back in.
Whenever Thalia's words replayed in her mind, Celestiel's heart would ache terribly.
What were they to do?
Celestiel could not simply stay back in Calabran, could she? But if she travelled along side the King to Icartha, she supposedly wouldn't make it out alive, killed by the very hands of the man whom she deeply loved.
