Kris was floating. The sun shone on his face.

Davi

Davi

“Davi!”

She laughed, that infectious sound that made everything brighter. That lit up every fibre in him. It soaked through his exhausted, starved body and fed it.

Kris caught her arm, “Stop it. I’m trying to sleep.”

Davi pouted, but she straddled him and rested her head on his chest. “Let’s run away.”

“Sure,” he entertained another one of her plans.

“Let’s sell my father’s dagger and use the money to escape!” she nipped his nose, “Come on Yifan. We can join the circus. You can sing. I’ll dance.”

Kris opened one eye, “You dance?” she hit his chest. He closed his eyes again.

“It’s just…” she hesitated. He could feel her heart beating faster. He waited, “Nothing…” he relaxed. He was floating again. She was moving further away. He reached out his hand.

Davi

Davi…

Kris’ eyes snapped open. He was on a bed. His hands were free. He felt the soft covers. Expensive. The windows were open, letting in brilliant sunshine, that splayed into the bedroom and onto the bed. He was dressed in comfortable white slacks and a linen shirt. He felt fresh. Like he’d slept for the first time in years. Where the was he? The last thing he remembered was...he rubbed his neck. That . She'd drugged him! 

There was the sound of people talking. Somewhere down below. Kris stood and stretched. He moved freely to the open French doors.