mention something about the upcoming voyage being a rough one. "Great, just what I need," I think sourly to myself. "A rough voyage." But no need to think about the rough seas yet, since we haven’t even left the dock.

To preoccupy myself while waiting to be off, I watch the steady stream of people coming onboard. Passengers and freight alike are all being loaded on the ship, slowly by surely. As I am about to turn away, and seek an occupation, the Prince stops me by nudging my arm. “Paton, who is she?” Darius asks as Megara boards the ship with her maidservant.

”I do not know, Your Highness. I think I remember seeing her at the Inn last night, but I did not catch her name.”

Not one accustomed to something so trivial get in his way, the young man imperiously replies, “You can find out though, correct? Then you can introduce me to her.”

I nod to Prince Darius. I roll my eyes, as I turn toward the young lady in question. I don’t know why I am so willing to do his bidding; perhaps I feel the SLIGHTEST bit remorseful at my brash behavior when I introduced myself to him. Or maybe not. Regardless, I do his bidding.

”Excuse me ma’am. I have been sent over to introduce myself to you by Prince Darius of Crete. He is interested in making your acquaintance. May I get your name, and your leave, to introduce him to you?”