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said respectfully.
    “She was everything but that, as you well know.”
    Reim glared at him, but the Prince just smirked. As someone who hated being bored, he thoroughly appreciated Reim. His second-in-command could boast an utter lack of official respect – which the Prince didn’t care about anyway – and complete respect for his true self – which was all that mattered in the end. He was also unfazed by any and all troubles the Prince got them into, which were many.
    Reim shrugged.
    “Fine,” he said. “Now explain yourself.”
    “I was in a hurry.”
    “I didn’t know there was anything other than Salinet on our schedule.”
    “There is now.”
    “So what did you do?”
    “Hacked into their systems and fired off a few plasma shots.”
    Now Reim really glared. The Prince had always said Reim’s face was made to glare at him. He definitely had to do it often enough to wear it as a permanent expression.
    “Dick move,” Reim said.
    “ I was in a hurry .”
    “If it was so bloody easy for you to do, why have we been stuck in this miserable siege for all of three weeks?”
    “I assure you, I had no intention of ending it like this,” the Prince said. “And it was extremely difficult, actually. I deserve praise here. I had to really, truly try .”
    “Don’t expect any congratulations from me, you bastard.”
    The Prince grinned. “I wasn’t, honestly.”
    “What’s so sudden then that it made you destroy a quarter of the Salinet fleet?”
    The rookie chose that moment to crawl out of whatever shadow he’d been standing in. Shaking, he edged forward, waiting for permission to speak. Reim growled in frustration while the Prince just laughed.
    “Speak up, man,” he ordered. “How’s my beloved? And what is your name? I can’t keep calling you rookie. There will be a few more soon, no doubt.”
    “ Beren is fine, my Prince,” the man said hesitantly. “And it’s Sarto, my Prince.”
    “Stop the ass-kissing,” Reim snapped to the Prince’s amusement. “He’s not your Prince. He’s the least prince-like being I’ve ever met.”
    Sarto’s eyes flickered between them, unsure of where death might strike him. “Wh-what should I call him then?”
    “The idiot he is,” Reim said.
    While Sarto looked horrified, Reim turned to the Prince. “Now answer me. What’s so bloody urgent?”
    “The Overlord’s daughters are up for a tournament,” he said. “He’s hosting the biggest event in living memory. Three of his own and four more.”
    Thatgot Reim’s attention. The rookie’s too, it seemed. The Prince doubted either of them had ever even seen a calaya , but they certainly knew who the Overlord was. And they’d also heard of his miraculous six daughters.
    Six bloody daughters , the Prince thought. Six calaya daughters . That man is trying to save the species singlehandedly. Bless him.
    He didn’t think it was an unfair estimation. Calayas were rare. To have six in one family was as close to a miracle as it got. But no wonder if the rumors of Irmela’s beauty were anywhere close to the truth.
    “Here, here,” he called them, flipping the screen on again. And there it was, the flash of violet. He had to force himself to focus – plenty of time to think on it later. Reim and Sarto came as if pulled by an invisible cord. The Prince knew Reim had quite a few things to say, but at the moment all three of them stared at the screen, mesmerized.
    “Great year,” the Prince said and his voice lost some of its fake edge. He could swear Sarto actually winced, but the screen kept his eyes in place. One calaya was hard enough to bear, but there were seven of them there.
    He didn’t need to point – the girls were noticeable enough. Though not clear to see, not really. Calayas usually wore long dresses and veils of all sorts to hide them from sight. Some who were already married didn’t bother, but the younger ones hid themselves from the world until their tournaments. Images of the calayas