Anaisa felt ill. Somehow the journey back through the tunnels was far worse than the way out. She didn't even know how.
By the time she was deposited on the strange black stone bridge, she began to dry heave.
A completely undignified posture to have in front of royalty.
"Pardon me," She gasped, "I'll be with you in a moment."
Sapphira, meanwhile, seemed as green as Anaisa felt.
"You didn't tell me it would be that bad," She complained with a wrinkled nose.
"It's impossible to describe how bad it is. You can't blame me for that."
"Surely I can." Sapphira cut a glance at her. "I can blame anyone for anything I want to. That's one of the benefits of being a princess."
"Those days are long past when it comes to me," Anaisa remembered the earliest time of their acquaintance, when she was Sapphira's body double and maid. Blamed for everything from candles burning out to food not being exactly what the royal wanted.
