Asima smiled at her father, calling Anobi to her sharply as she left the gardens. The princess made her way back to her rooms, fuming slightly. What a fool her father was! He was blind to his son's fault, only seeing his heir moving about. Gripping a blow glass vase perched in her room, Asima heaved it against a marble wall, stomping on the flowers that fell out.

Her temper tantrum over, Asima left her rooms once more, moving down to the kitchens. The date hadn't been very filling, and if she was going to do what she planned, she'd prefer to do it on a full stomach.