The Sentinels serving executive realness

She had weathered the first 24 hours, and already Behati was close to breaking. Whatever free time she was allowed was spent staring out over the ocean, willing it to reach out and steal her away.

But not without @Casmir. 

The search was urgent - she had to go, flee this damned place before what little was left of her pride was gobbled up by that stupid hag. "I need to get out of here!" were her first words to Casmir when she found him, lounging next to the remnants of an early breakfast. It was barely day; the sun was preparing to crest the horizon, grey and cold through a filter of clouds.