10. The Prince and the Witch

The two men quietly shared the tea Enya had brewed for a while.

The prince had a sly, easygoing air, but even the way he raised his teacup to his lips was full of grace. He looked at Enya, sitting demurely some distance from the men, as if he still found it fascinating.

By the time Tarmin had taken about three sips, the prince smiled gently and spoke.

“Ha ha, this tea’s not bad at all. It warms you right up. How are you at cooking other things, Tarmin?”

“I can fry eggs, at least.”

“Taal!”

“I see.”

“Oh, Your Highness, haven’t you eaten? Shall I bring you something besides tea?”

Tarmin tried to get up, but Prince Emin stopped him.

“No need. I’m only stopping by for a moment, anyway. I just came to tell you where the hideout is that my retainers and I are staying.”...