‘Gina will think I have abandoned her,’ Prince Manor thinks to himself, collared like a dog, walking on a leash. Feeling hopeless as the will to escape has been compelled out of him. The shaman neckless that Shaman Khelben made him is hanging around the neck of one of the hybrids.
Gina wakes up to a knock on the door, “Gina it is nine, I decided to make breakfast if you two lovebirds are hungry,” Mrs. Green’s voice comes from behind the door.
“I overslept, late-night, see you in a bit,” Gina says, sitting up, looking at the empty bedside next to her. She waited most part of the night for Prince Manor to return, ‘I must have fallen asleep.” Gina gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom to splash some water on her face before getting ready for the day.
“Is Manor not joining us for break
