Zelia
The sun is peeking its head over the horizon, and I am admiring the view when Remy joins me on deck.
“You snore,” Remy says matter-of-factly as he stares at the horizon. “I did not know noble ladies can snore.”
“I did not use to,” I play along. “Maybe I started when I turned into a ghost.”
“That makes perfect sense,” he laughs carefree, and I look at him. His blond hair is shining gold in the first sun rays and his green eyes are sparkling with laughter.
“Thank you for last night,” I whisper.
“Anytime,” he looks at me seriously, all playfulness gone. “I have meant it, Zelia, I will never leave you.”
“And I adore you for that,” I smile and look back at the ocean.
“Any idea what you are going to do about your captives?” He sighs and changes the subject. “Since Francois never ma
