"If you say so, your Majesty."
"I do."
Solomon picked her up again, this time with less fanfare from the lady, and carried her upstairs. "I have some herbal leaves in my pack," he told her. "I use them as bandages. They secrete a harmless liquid that eases pain. I'll give you some to put on so you don't wake up in pain tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, that would be nice." [i]I wish I could have tasted the soup, though. Shame to waste it.[/i]
Solomon's thoughts were along the same lines. "And maybe I should get you some food as well. I noticed you didn't pay much attention to the broth."
The princess raised her brows. "Ha, yes, I was just thinking the same. I do believe I'll be needing a bite soon."

They reached the peak of the staircase and made their way through the dark hall. Solomon spoke again, his tone now devoid of inflection. "They're going to find us soon, aren't they?"
Amalthea nodded. "Mhm."

An uneasy silence fell over the couple by the time they entered their room. Once deposited on the bed, the princess withdrew a knife from her leg holster and stuffed it under her pillow.

"Please, stay with me tonight?" she begged.

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You don't have to. In fact, it might be wiser not to.
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