Chapter 8Thea fidgeted as Doreius helped her slip into a leather chest piece. She wore chainmail underneath. Tresses had been braided near her face, while the rest of her hair hung loosely. Despite their impracticality, Thea had insisted on wearing long golden earrings.
A few servants, including Iva, had poked their heads into her bedroom worriedly at the sound of the queen’s moans, but quickly disappeared. She had ordered them to leave her and the pirate alone while she prepared to go out to sea. This decision did not go over very well with Herkuan, the only councilman she had told. She had made him promise not to tell the others where she was going today, to avoid any conflict. As far as she could tell, her sea voyage was going to be stressful enough on its own.
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