Sixty-one:
Antero Dukas
I watched Sirena take in the whole of Relicta. She had lived in a palace her whole life. Spent it being primped and pampered. Relicta was nothing like the palaces and ballrooms that she had grown up in. Instead, it was noisy, messy, and filled with all kinds of things that she had never before seen. “Well, not quite what you were expecting, eh Princess?” Her eyes were wide, and I watched her take everything in. Sirena cared about her people. She wasn’t vapid and shallow, like most Princesses I had met. But she had been sheltered.
She shook her head. “It’s wonderful!” she said. “Antero, do you know what this means?”
“We can get you something other than pajamas to wear?” I said.
She smiled, glancing down at her clothes. “Well, yes. But I was thinking about a
