**Across the Waters—Dream Cave**
Their journey to the Andals was surprisingly smooth. No harsh storms, no sea hazard. It was so smooth that Ember feared it was just the calm before the storm. That perhaps the real devil was sleeping beneath the sea, biding its time.
The itinerary of ten she and the queen had personally chosen for the journey in reality acted like her spies. All Ember needed to do was hide away in her room, studying countless documents until her eyes bled, while they discreetly reported to her the conducts of the rest of their envoy.
So far, no one had acted out of place. Not like that allayed her in the bit.
Ember only left her room twice in a day; when the sun rose, and when the sun set. Those two times she would climb the deck, eyes shut as the wind whipped against her face. Captain Solvane was good at his job, and despite how he had referred to the Blood Slaves, the man was a jolly fellow among his crew. And a happy crew member meant an easier journey.
