“How badly is she hurt?”
“Just knocked unconscious,” a Britannian voice replied. Merryweather again held Aurora off the ground.
“Who is he?” Grella asked. The dismissive nod of his head suggested he did not overly care.
“May I introduce the most annoying creature the world has ever known, Sir Walter Merryweather.”
“Merryweather.” Grella rolled the word around his palette as if sampling a dream.
“Charming,” Merryweather huffed. “I didn"t have to save her, you know.”
“You didn"t,” I protested.
“But I would have, I was prepped and ready to go. I was you know. Thing is, you"re so big and strong, it made practical sense for you to do the lugging and I the thinking.”
“And what have you thought?”
“Nothing yet, but I"m working on it. I am, after all, caring for our dear princess, so I"m c
