“I am Princess Sebaris Wavewould, Heir to the Coral Throne, Eldest of House Ishira,” she said frostily. “My word is binding.”
“In that case, you got yourself a deal,” said Cezon. “Shake on it.” He couldn’t fit his hand through the food slot, but he managed two grubby fingers. Sebaris looked scornfully on the proffered digits before she deigned to shake them with her pinky.
“That’s settled.” She straightened and shouted, “Guards!”
“What the blood are you doin’?” he hissed. He was no stranger to being betrayed, but this was the fastest anyone had ever turned on him.
“Be quiet,” she hissed back, as footsteps sounded from the base of the tower. Two Erastatian soldiers clattered into view.
“Your Grace,” they murmured.
“I have identified these men as the members of my entourage who were wr
