Lion Head Mesa smoke

The princess looked strong for a moment, but Nazli could see something beheath the surface. Soon she gave voice to it and the fellahin didn't know what to say.

She smiles softly, thinks of something. Imagine that, the prince and all those boorish men.

Presuming that they would travel together, they would be taking a mazoi as escort and a more appropriate servant - leaving Nazli to her own devices.

I will make sure your room is perfectly prepared when you return.