![]() I’m sorry that I can’t accompany you on your journey,” Prince Turren said regretfully. “An admirable use of one’s time, Sir Orwell. “But if you catch Ophelia alone, tell her I’m purchasing a book from Bruwen, which I will pay for with one of the purses I expect delivered in my hands.” I’ll be traveling to find enlightenment or as long as it takes for Father to calm down because I wouldn’t shake you down for three purses.” Sebastian waved his hands in the air like one of the intellectuals his father filled their house with when he wanted to waste money. “After saving the wounded prince, I decided to meditate on the thesis of life and death in balance to the world. What will I tell your parents when they arrive and find out their son already left?” “Yes, but a group of soldiers will escort you home. “I’ve fulfilled my end of the bargain, so I can leave now, correct?” Sebastian asked Captain Pembrost. Turren helplessly watched Sebastian walk to the door. “Frederick says don’t tire yourself out, Your Highness.” A knock sounded on the door before Turren could respond, and Captain Pembrost peeked his head in. ![]()
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