Day Fifty-One and Some Wine
Dear Diary,
An hour passes.
Two.
I spend quality time sizing up our guards, who I’ve decided to call Blond and Blonder. The pair hang by the exit door and look stunning in their golden armor. Their other qualifications for duty are rather sketchy.
A knock sounds. Blond pulls aside the view-slit on the metal door. “Who approaches the dungeons of Lazare?”
“It is I, Queen Saita.”
Blond frowns. “Prince Dare’s Mum?”
“That is correct,” she says smoothly. “I thought you might appreciate some libation.”
Blond and Blonder stare at each other before shaking their heads. “You’re really hot and all,” says Blond. “But it’s against the rules to hook up with winter elves. Sorry.”
Dare and I share a dry look. Like Saita would want a romantic liaison with either of the
