A storm? Rose didn't like the idea of that, storms sunk ships, it was her one true fear she had setting sail on this adventure to begin with. If only she had known pirates were going to be the true problem, perhaps she could have better prepared. Sighing she rolled onto her side, squinting her eyes and trying to see out of the darkness of the porthole. The ship still seemed rather steady, so it must not be bad yet. She wanted to ask Clark about it, to see how much danger she was in, but she didn't want him to think her afraid. Already she was sure he thought her some mindless girl, a spoiled princess who could do nothing for herself, and she wasn't even sure why she cared.

"We have wine at the castle, I drink it with most meals. One glass is all that is proper." Rose frowned, not sure why it was that way. Her father could drink as much as he wanted, as could her brothers, and they drank far worse things than wine. Never before had she considered how much more freedom her brothers had, she had always just known things were different for a prince and a princess, and that is the way it always was. The warmth in her stomach was kind of nice, the spinning of her head wasn't as much, but she didn't care. The boat seemed to rock a little more strongly, almost like trying to lull her to sleep, as long as she didn't manage to fall off the bed.

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As he slept, Gerard's hold loosened, forgetting about the warm lady in his bed and even the pain for a short while. His sleep was dreamless, but the fever seemed to be gone and he no longer thrashed about, which was more than likely a good sign.