Twenty-two:
Prince Raoul
I stayed with her for the remainder of the day. Wrapped in her bed. It was the closest that I had been with her. She had kissed me too, after she’d woken up and I’d brought her back to her family cabin. When I woke up, there was the sound of something clattering against the window of Crimson’s room. Something that sounded like rocks. “Crimson,” I said.
Crimson moaned in her sleep.
“Crimson,” I whispered into her ear.
Crimson murmured something in her sleep. Knowing she was still struggling from her cough, I carefully got up and I walked over to the window. Standing there, outside, was a tall, blond figure. One that I would have recognized anywhere as Catesby. I pushed the window open. “Crimson!” Catesby called out.
“Bastard,” I hi
