"Seasickness? That's inconvenient. You need to look your best when we reach Forsythia."
Isolde's head pounded, but she forced a smile, not wanting to seem weak inside she was trying to quell the annoyance rising within her. "I'm sorry, Your Highness. I'll do my best to overcome it." Elynor sighed as he took in her appearance, "Still..."
"With all due respect your Highness please, why did you call me out here?" Unable to stomach his unwanted comments she urged him to continue, hearing him complain about her state was not something she could sit through for long before wanting to throw herself overboard.
Elynor's gaze drifted to the horizon, the vast expanse of the sea stretching out before them. "I've received intelligence that our journey to Forsythia may not be as straightforward as we initially thought."
