Sakina
“He’s had what done to him?” I hissed.
Tasmina had explained the theory she had come to as we sat in the drawing room. I held up my hand for a moment to silence her, the smell of vanilla and warm tobacco wafting its way towards me.
He is here, I linked.
She nodded her understanding. Moments later, his head poked around the door.
“Ah, there you are,” he said. “Sakina, I just wanted to apologise… for the whole… thing… at breakfast. I’m just tired… I don’t know why…”
“It’s fine, Lucien. If you had to apologise every time you were an asshole, it’s all you’d ever do,” I replied, grinning widely at him.
He smiled at me and I could see the relief wash over his face.
“I’m going to my chambers to rest now. I have a bit of a headache.”
“Can I get you anything, my child?” Tasmi
