"One who just got here is already making promises to another who has been here for so long," Nyella said quietly. "Aren't you funny?"
Aeron gave a small laugh. "Am I not meant to? Or does that mean you've already figured out your own way out of here?"
Nyella did not answer.
"I asked you a question," Aeron said again.
"Not really," Nyella finally replied.
Aeron frowned in thought. Then another question came to him. "But wait… do they know yet? That you are the princess?"
Nyella's voice lowered. "They don't. Not yet. But if I don't act soon, they will find out sooner or later. And when they do, it won't end well. They will use me. And you know how my father will react if word reaches him. He won't hesitate to give in to whatever demands they make."
"Nyella…" Aeron started, but she cut him off.
"You know what? Just… allow me to think, Aeron. Please."
"Think?"
