The adventures of Lesbia continue!
Once Hope had departed the interior of the carriage, Ayla reached out and removed the gag from Nive’s mouth.
“I don’t think this is necessary,” she said kindly. “Once more, I must say how sorry I am you’ve been through such a traumatic experience. If it were possible to have conducted affairs more gently, we would have done so.”
Nive squirmed around to a seated position and gave Ayla her best expression of princessly refinement. “How much ransom will you be asking for?”
“No ransom,” Ayla replied. “We are not interested in returning to your father, or Iskendar for that matter.”
Nive frowned. “What use have you for a princess?”
“Fairly little,” Ayla confessed. “None, in fact.”