Kiev stood alone at the foredeck, his gaze fixed upon the endless stretch of sea ahead. The weather was calm today, an uncommon occurrence after weeks of relentless winter sailing.
A steady breeze swept across the deck, lifting his long, silvery hair and sending it fluttering like pale threads of moonlight against his dark cloak.
The ocean glimmered faintly beneath the overcast sky, the sun finally emerging after many days of absence. There was no longer violence, no longer hostility—just quiet.
A few weeks had passed since they departed.
Footsteps approached from behind, and Kiev turned, finding Jessy approaching him.
"Where's Callis?" he asked.
The nanny came to stand beside him.
"She's accompanying Princess Anna now, giving her a massage to prevent her body from stiffening upon waking up," she replied.
Kiev nodded, acknowledging, "That's good."
