Roman
Lucille's voice was a melody, lifting my spirits and reminding me why I was still in Molave.
“My prince. Is the news true? Are you well, and did you fight off an unknown assailant?"
“I'm well," I answered, looking down at my bandaged hand. “The gunshot was through my arm. I'll be sore for a while. As long as they keep the infection away, I'll be fine."
“Is that all?"
“My hand," I said with a scoff. “Next time I decide to punch someone, I should wear boxing gloves."
“Oh, Roman."
“Papa said you're still going to speak in Forthwith."
Lucille hesitated. “I have mixed feelings."
“Why?" I asked.
“I want to go to you. I wanted you beside me as we had been in Odnessa."
“I'd feel better if I were. I insisted on doubling the guards. The people will understand the guards and my a
