The sea stretched endlessly in every direction, yet the new ship's timbers carried them more surely than the fragile and withered boat they previously had.
Days passed with the steady rhythm of waves against the ships hull and for the first time after they entered the Eleventh floor they were not at the mercy of drifting aimlessly.
Princess Meeka kept quiet most of the time, only speaking when necessary. She treated them like mercenaries hired to help her and promised to give them gold if they take her back to the Voltaris Kingdom alive.
But when she did speak, she spoke with the ease of someone born to command, yet there was no arrogance in her tone, only patience and a kind of gentle strength that set her apart.
Beatrice was drawn to her like moths to a flame, she spent time with Kayla and her mother and then with Alice, Becca and even Maria.
