The two of them shared a look. Dolce quirked an eyebrow. Vasilia gave a wry smile and a shake of the head.

And then, she laughed.

Perfectly composed, utterly delighted, thrilled, amused beyond words! Hear it echo through the length and breadth of this wreck. Hear it mingle in a mad duet with Poseidon’s rage. See, king! See how she finds a song for you after all!

“How about [i]your[/i] title?” She countered. “Your crown, your holdings, your people, everything you own. Would you give it all to me, if I gave you the princess? Wouldn’t that be the bargain of a lifetime? I’m sure your handlers wouldn’t hesitate to restore your fortunes.”