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Rapture - Chapter 2 - Suitors

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Marinette sat in the private garden that Sabine had made. She stared down at the tea before her as she listened to the quiet buzz of the nobility outside her sanctuary. Her nerves ate away at her as the seconds crawled by. She gripped and ungripped her dress skirt as she fought to calm herself. She glanced up and saw Rose scurrying around, trying to make her comfortable while Alix stood beside her.

“Hey, Ser Alix? Uh, have you ever done things like this before?”

“Huh? Oh. No. Well, nothing this formal.”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh, well, I’m not of any noble birth or upbringing. Just your run-of-the-mill village hooligan. And one that has lived a dangerous life protecting the realm and her people. So, someone like me, well, you just learn to take your pleasures where you can.”

“I don’t understand. What does that mean exactly?”

Alix opened her mouth when Vana and Gimmi materialized as adult humans. Vana was dressed in a princely outfit with clashing splashes of color while Gimmi wore a basic uniform akin to the butlers.

“Woah. The kwamis can turn human?” Alix asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Vana, Gimmi, what’s the plan?” Marinette asked.

“We will begin bringing in the nobles one at a time, as per Rose’s request. She insists that this would be more preferable as to not overwhelm you,” Gimmi pointed out.

“Oh? Oh! That’s… that’s actually a relief. Alright, I’m ready for the first one.”

Vana and Gimmi nodded, then vanished. Marinette took a deep breath and fidgeted before she stood and walked around.

“You alright, your Grace?” Alix asked.

“Yeah. Yes. This is… simple. It is just talking. No… anything else, yet.”

“Your Grace, forgive me, but have you never flirted with anyone?”

“Oh, Velze no! I mean, I had people flirt with me, but I didn’t have time for that. There’s so much to learn about the empire, her people, and everything. I had to make sure I was prepared to take over and rule effectively. There was no time for all that, well, until today. But it’s going to be an easy day. I’ll just be meeting people. There’ll be no flirting or anything like that.”

Alix snorted. “Oh, you sweet summer child you.”

Marinette tilted her head as light flashed in the corner of her eye. She turned as a tall blond boy ran up and hugged her. She squeaked while she heard a cat’s purr come from him.

“Your Majesty, it’s so good to finally meet you!”

Marinette chuckled. “Uh, and you too, but, uh, who are you?”

The man stepped back and Marinette got a good look at him. He stood a head taller than her with short blond hair with his bangs sideswept to stay out of his eyes. He wore a dark purple outfit with lime green embroidery, black gloves and boots, and a red shoulder cape with a black fur cuff on the shoulder with red strands in the fur.

“Oh, please forgive me, your Grace. I’m Prince Adrien Agreste. I’m the sole heir of the kingdom blessed by the first.”

Marinette gasped. “Tikki and Plagg, right? Those of Creation and Destruction and the first to be split from Velze?”

“The very same. I will also apologize in advance for them. They can, uh, sometimes get bored real quick and cause problems for everyone.”

Marinette giggled. “I’m sure with everyone here, they should hopefully keep themselves entertained.”

“Yeah, I sure hope so at least.”

“Come, let’s sit.”

Adrien trotted behind Marinette as she led them to the table and took a seat.

“So, tell me, Adrien, how are things in your kingdom?”

“They’re doing well. We’re still grieving the loss of our late Queen Emilie, but otherwise, all is good. Uh, but on a different note, why don’t you tell me about yourself, your Grace? I had seen glanced of you at past galas, but never had a chance to properly introduce myself.”

“Huh? Oh. Oh! Uh, well, as you know, I’m the crown heir, uh, blessed by the first of the kwamis. Uh, I like to read and learn. It actually was the thing I loved most about the galas. Every year brought new stories. I looked forward to hearing from the people what happened and their glorious endeavors. It reminded me that the world was far bigger than my own kingdom.”

Adrien’s eyes lit up. “Do you have any favorites?”

“Oh, well there was…. Oh, but there was also this….”

Marinette paused and considered, then smiled. She looked back at Alix and Rose. She took note of the neutral expression on Alix’s face while Rose looked displeased.

“Ser Alix, could you regale us one of your many deeds, please?”

Alix hummed as she considered. She settled on a tale of her time in Paradise, a kingdom that had been blessed by the set of kwamis that went by the same name. She told Marinette and Adrien about a group of bandits that had forced their way into one of the hearts of their forests. She explained how the bandits sought the rare, live-giving herbs found in the hearts and steal them away. Marinette and Adrien listened in awe as she shared the epic battle where she took on twenty men and emerged without a scratch on her.

“Woah! Not a single scratch on you? Amazing! Who trained you?” Adrien asked.

“Indeed, who?”

“An old friend who gave me a lot in my youth. Where most saw a hooligan that would be nothing more than a beggar thief, she saw something a little more. She trained me to be a knight and taught me many things I still hold close to me to this day. It’s the least I could do for her and to honor everything she had done for me.”

“Incredible! But who-?” Adrien started.

“Time’s up,” Gimmi and Vana said as they materialized.

“Oh, already? Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, your Grace,” Adrien said as he stood.

“Marinette. You can call me Marinette.”

Adrien smiled and hugged Marinette before he was teleported away. A new figure appeared where Adrien once stood. The person as a man as tall as Adrien and dressed in a similar outfit, but pure black with gold strands in his shoulder cuff instead of red. His face showed his age that paired well enough with his slicked back silver hair.

“Oh, uh, hello? Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“The pleasure is mine, your Grace. Allow me to introduce myself. I am King Gabriel Agreste. I’m sure you had spoken with my son a moment ago.”

“Oh, yes, actually. We had a lovely chat. Ser Alix even shared one of her tales with us.”

“Did she? I’ve heard many of her tales myself. Quite the prolific defender she is, no?”

“Indeed. It’s very inspiring to hear them. And reassuring, you know? That simple fact that someone like her is out there protecting all the kingdoms of their own accord. It’s all very… romantic.”

“Your Grace?”

Marinette pursed her lips. “I mean…! Not romantic, but it’s just, uh, inspiring! Yeah, very inspiring and, uh, reassuring. Anyway, take a seat. Let’s talk about, uh, business?”

Gabriel nodded and took a seat across from Marinette. The pair talked about business affairs when Gimmi and Vana showed up to escort Gabriel away and bring in the next person. She had seen a number of lower nobles before Gimmi and Vana brought in a tall, lanky man with messy black hair, piercing green eyes, and dressed in black.

“G-greetings, your Highness. I’m Prince Marc Anciel. The, uh, crown prince of Psyche and Terra’s kingdom. You know, the kwamis of body and soul.”

“Oh, yes! I hear many things about your kingdom. Tell me, a great many artists come from your kingdom, don’t they?”

“N-naturally, your Highness. But of course, they’re nothing compared to the artists from the capital, er, your kingdom. Or, well, that of Creation. We’re… we’re fairly average in comparison.”

“Average? Hardly! Some of my favorite books have come from your kingdom.”

Marc’s eyes lit up. “You read?”

“Of course! Most of my life I’ve been in a library, studying. There’s so much to learn, and it’s fascinating! To think of where we came from, how far we’ve come, and how much farther we could go. The ideas and possibilities are endless, and it all lies with us. Not even to mention the ideas that lie with books and being able to bring those to life. That way things we thought only possible in our minds can become a reality. Just as Velze had done.”

“That was amazing, your Highness. Do you stick with history books, or do you read other books?”

“I read a little bit of everything, but admittedly my favorite are romance books. It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I often look to them for, well, some idea of romance. I’ve never actually bothered with courting before this event. I’m still not sure how it all works. All the books are different and lead to something different. Though, usually, well, you know.”

Marc blushed and looked away. “You’re not alone, your Highness. I’ve had a difficult time connecting to people, so I used the books as an escape. It was easier to read and live through the characters than dealing with the fight and struggle through it all myself. You know?”

“More than just that but being able to experience things we’d never do. I don’t know about you, but that whole bondage thing, yeah, I don’t think I could do that. I’m such a baby when it comes to any sort of pain, and I could never dish it out. I understand it’s a mutual thing, most times in certain books, but I don’t think I’d have the heart. But the rush and everything that comes from reading the words is pure ecstasy.”

“Yes! I get what you mean about all that. It does seem really scary, but I can’t lie that I’m a touch curious, though only a touch. When reading, the highs feel so high, but I wonder what it’d be like to experience them. Is it the same, or no? That’s not even mentioning all the amazing romantic gestures. I read one recently where the lover literally moved the stars themselves to declare their love.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as she bounced. “Oh, how romantic! Tell me more. What was it about? Was it good? What was it called?”

Marinette and Marc spiraled into a long discussion about books until Gimmi and Vana appeared and escorted Marc out. Marinette saw to other nobles until Gimmi and Vana brought in Kim. Marinette squealed, ran up, and hugged him.

“Kim! It’s been ages!”

Kim hugged Marinette and swung her around. “It’s been too long, Mari! I was worried for a moment you had forgotten me, but how could you? It’s me.”

Marinette giggled and took a seat. “You must tell me how you’ve been. I haven’t seen you since we were kids. About, what is it now? Six or seven summers?”

“Whatever it is, it has been too long. But the perfect time to grow up and meet again, is it not? Do you like what you see?”

Marinette pursed her lips in a smile as she looked over Kim. He was nearly three times the size since she had last seen him with a large chest, broad shoulders, and massive muscles that his shirt fitted a little too tightly. He flexed several times, and she feared his sleeves would rip at the seam each time he did.

Marinette cleared her throat. “You’re, uh, very impressive, Kim. I’m sure that, um, you’re quite the heart throb.”

“Oh, yes. The women can’t get enough of me. It can be quite exhausting having to fight off my fans, but I just remind myself I do this for the only woman worthy of me.”

“Yeah? And, uh, just who would that be?”

Kim stood and leaned over Marinette. “Why, you, Mari. Who else?”

“Ah, well, I… I don’t know. I… I don’t exactly think I’m worthy of you, Kim. I mean, it has been so long, and we don’t know each other like we do, so, uh-.”

“Nonsense! We’re as thick as thieves. Always were, always have been. Don’t you remem-.”

Kim reached out cup Marinette’s chin, but Rose jumped in, and he grabbed Rose’s face. Kim sneered and ripped his hand away as Alix ran in and kicked Kim in the groin. He screeched and fell with a heavy thud.

“First mistake, you always wear protective armor down there.”

Kim opened his mouth, but Gimmi and Vana teleported him away. They gave Marinette a few moments to gather herself before they brought in a pair of sisters. They both had long blonde hair. The tallest had a blue streak while the shorter one had a lavender one. The short sister wore a plain black and lavender dress while the taller sister wore a strapless blue dress that hugged her body with a mini cape.

“Greetings, Princess! I am Princess Chloe Bourgeois, and this is my little sister, Princess Zoe. I know this was supposed to be a one-on-one thing, but little Zoe does better when she’s got me around. You know, it’s a thing. Can we get an extra chair?”

“It’s ok, Chloe. I can stand,” Zoe mumbled.

“Nonsense! We are nobility, royalty, dear Zoe. You will not stand like the common rabble over there,” Chloe barked while pointing at Alix and Rose.

Zoe opened her mouth but looked at Marinette and blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, dear. We can get you a seat. Gimmi, Vana?”

Gimmi and Vana didn’t appear, but a second chair materialized. Chloe bowed her head and took a seat with Zoe.

“Thank you, Princess. A very generous, kind soul. Oh, and understanding. The makings of a perfect monarch, don’t you agree, Zoe?”

Zoe kept her head down but nodded.

“Is she ok?” Marinette asked.

“Huh? Oh, yes. Still a little in her shell. I try to help her find her voice, but it can be a little difficult for her. She’s quite the patient individual, so it’s why I help. Remind her of what we are.”

Marinette gave a weak smile as she listened to Chloe brag about their kingdom with the kwamis of Determination and Lethargy, Stompp and Mell. Marinette fought to listen until Gimmi and Vana came along and escorted the sisters away. Marinette sighed as she zoned out for the next batch of nobility until Gimmi and Vana brought in a tall woman with tan skin, big brown ombre hair that was sky blue at the tips, and wore a dark sky-blue corset top, a white blouse underneath, black gloves and boots, and black pants.

“Uh, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before,” Marinette said.

“You’re correct, Princess. I am Queen Alya Cesaire. My people are the nomadic tribes that still travel across the land.”

“Oh! You’re guided by the kwamis of Freedom and Connection, aren’t you?”

“Correct. I know we don’t attend many of your gatherings. Typically, we aren’t in the area at the right time, but we made an exception this time.”

“Forgive me, but you are young to be queen. You look my age.”

“I likely am. I’ve seen twenty-three summers and twenty-two winters.”

“My goodness. What happened to your parents?”

“Well, it’s… it’s not easy being what we are. Not anymore. With so much of the world settled, territories defined, and increased hostilities, it has become a dangerous place for those like me. My parents, our respective leaders, were killed with a large group of my people. What was left met and a decision was made. I was named queen because I bear the marks of the kwamis, must like the other princes and princesses I’ve seen. We’re looking to settle into land and grow roots. And so, I’m here, to nurture those roots.”

“Oh no. Had it really gotten that bad for your people?”

“I’m afraid so. With much of the land claimed and people growing more… suspicious of each other, it is difficult. Let’s not forget what happened to Aislinn’s kingdom.”

Marinette paled. “Right. They declared war on Paradise and to prevent an all-out war, Paradise used their miracle and erased Aislinn’s kingdom and her people. I’ve seen the records in the library. The scribes recorded that Paradise was punished for not consulting the Crown, but the damage was done, so they got a mere slap on the wrist. But that was a century ago. Is it really still that bad?”

“I’m afraid so. That’s the unfortunate thing, Princess. People never forget the bad but will always lose sight of the good.”

“Well, that won’t happen with me. I can promise you that.”

“Well, I’ll see that when happens. Forgive me, Princess, but I’ve seen how cheap words are. It was such words that got my parents and people massacred. Once I see the actions behind your words is when I’ll believe you.”

“Then I hope to do right by you and your people.”

“As do I.”

Marinette and Alya chatted about arrangements for Alya’s people during the gala until Gimmi and Vana escorted Alya out. Marinette sighed and rubbed her eyes when Alix whistled. She furrowed her brow and opened her eyes. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head seeing the tall, curvy, and well-endowed woman she had only seen on her book covers. The woman’s features were enhanced by the cut, long strapless black and purple ombre dress with a deep V cut and splits up the sides of the skirt to her hips, black and purple ombre gloves, and long wavy black and purple hair that fell past her hips.

Marinette’s jaw dropped. “You’re hot.”

The woman blinked, then smiled. “I sure would hope so. My people aren’t known for their beauty for nothing.”

“Your people? Wait, are you from Paradise?”

“Guilty. I’m Princess Juleka, one of the Paradise heirs. The other being my dearest brother. You should be meeting him next.”

“O-oh? Well, uh, I must say, you really are the picture of beauty. I mean, I’ve only seen people like you on my book covers. I-I mean, I’ve heard of the beauty of Paradise, but I… I need to stop talking.”

Juleka giggled. “My, Princess, is this all it takes for you to get tongue-tied? I’d hate for you to see me in my natural habitat.”

“Uh, what… what do you mean by that?”

“Oh, I just take a little extra pride in our older customs. Try to keep them alive, you know? So, I tend to be out in the forest as we were intended to live, as Longg would put it. I know Longg adores me and how free I am.”

“I’m afraid I’m not familiar with your older customs. We don’t usually see your people at the galas, or any other times, so I’m sadly not as educated as I would like to be. Uh, so could you tell me what these customs are?”

Juleka smirked and sauntered up to Marinette. She leaned in close and tilted Marinette’s chip up so Marinette looked her in the eyes. Marinette gulped as her face flushed and her heart beat faster.

“Perhaps I can give you a demonstration one night, Princess. We hold most of our rituals under the full moon’s light, but I can make an exception if you should desire. We could even bring in my drab of a brother if it’s what you desire. Get the full Paradise experience.”

Marinette’s face turned bright red as she struggled for words. Alix grinned from ear to ear while Rose fumed. Rose charged in and shoved Juleka away from Marinette.

“Hands off, cock sleeve!” Rose roared.

Juleka snarled. “What did you call me, runt?”

“You heard me. Immodest temptresses like you are only good for flashing everything to the world to drive men wild with their perverted thoughts. I bet you’re nothing more than a filthy, disease riddled donkey that was used as much as an old, rusted hoe in a farmer’s junk pile. I bet those inflated meat balloons and fat, flabby ass are all fake.”

Juleka roared and lunged at Rose. Gimmi and Vana teleported Juleka away, but no one took Juleka’s place. Rose rushed to Marinette as Marinette stood. Rose trotted after Marinette as Marinette paced about.

“That was a Paradise noble. Holy crap, can you believe it? She was so beautiful. She was scary when she got angry, but holy crap was she still hot. I had always heard the stories, but I never imagined they would be that beautiful.”

Rose opened her mouth, but Marinette squealed and spun around.

“What if she’s the one, Rose? You said to look for someone from my books, and she looks just like the ones on the covers. I need to see her again. I need-.”

Light formed in front of Marinette. She yelped as she collided into it. She shut her eyes tight and froze as hands caught her shoulders. She expected Rose or Alix to intervene, but neither did.

“Are you ok, your Majesty?” a low, melodic man’s voice asked.

Marinette opened an eye, then another. Her eyes widened as she stared at a man’s bare, ripped chest. Her face turned bright red as she looked up at a man with a jagged, cut face and chin, brilliant red amber eyes just like Juleka’s, and shaggy, long black and teal hair that framed his face.

“Are you alright?” the man asked again.

Marinette blinked a few times before she shook herself. “Oh? Oh! Yes. I’m good. S-sorry. I, uh, didn’t see Gimmi or Vana teleport you in. Would you… would you happen to be Luka? You know, Juleka’s brother.”

“Did she mention me? Good things I hope.”

“Uh, I guess you could say that?”

Alix wolf whistled. “Damn, boy! Look at you. Wondered what that hottie of a sister meant by drab, but hot damn.”

“Oh, please. He’s not that hot,” Rose scoffed.

Luka looked away sheepishly. “I’m not that hot. I’m just average.”

“What? No way! I mean, look at you. You’re absolutely smoking! Your sister too. You both are absolutely breathtaking! And… and… and I think I’ll shut up now,” Marinette added as her blush deepened.

“Thank you, your Majesty. Though if I’m honest, I pale in comparison to the vision of beauty like yourself.”

Marinette’s eyes widened as they sparkled. Rose snorted and pulled Marinette away from Luka.

“I think that is more than enough. This is meant to be an introduction, and you’ve already introduced yourself. Gimmi, Vana, get rid of him.”

“But-!” Luka protested, but he was cut off when Gimmi and Vana teleported him away.

Rose huffed and sat Marinette in her seat. Gimmi and Vana brought in the next round of nobility. Marinette zoned in and out between them as her mind was on Juleka and Luka. Her thoughts were broken a man that shared Adrien’s face dressed in dark blue with heart buttons on his shirt took a seat.

“Oh, pardon me. I didn’t notice your approach,” Marinette covered.

“I noticed. You must have had a good daydream to take you away. I would expect nothing less from those blessed by imagination.”

“R-right. Anyway, you look a cut above the common nobility. Are you another of the prince heirs?”

“Not exactly. I’m King Felix Fathom. I rule Barkk and Orikko’s kingdom.”

Marinette grimaced. “I’ve heard your kingdom suffers from a great deal of violence and crime. Is this true?”

“Sadly. You find my people, and myself, are very passionate. We resort to our emotions first and foremost rather than using logic and reasoning. I often find myself in court having to settle petty affairs in our most recent attempt to quell the unruly. At least, for those that make it to court.”

“My. Is the unrest due to the lingering coup that was pulled on the late king?”

“No. My people are happier with me in charge than my father, may he rot in the void. It’s just a matter of setting things right and restoring the order he shattered. Not that there was much to begin with, I suppose.”

“How did you manage to find time to leave your kingdom for the event though?”

“Uh, my mother has stepped up, though because she hopes I’ll find a queen to rule with. I think she’s a little too hopeful. I’ve… I’ve been a lost cause for some time now.”

“Come now, anything is possible. I’m sure you-,” Marinette started.

“With all due respect, kingling, you don’t need to love to make a partnership. If you’re really that desperate for a queen, just strike a deal. Or rather, if your mother is that desperate. At a glance, your desperation lies elsewhere,” Alix commented as she shot Felix a knowing look.

“That’s-,” Felix started.

“Gimmi, Vana, he needs to leave,” Rose called.

“What!” Felix yelled but was teleported away.

“What was that about?” Marinette demanded.

“He doesn’t hide his sin well,” Alix commented.

Marinette’s breath caught. “Sin? He’s cursed?”

“Indeed, your Majesty,” Rose agreed.

“Oh dear. I… I couldn’t tell.”

“No need to worry, your Majesty. You’ll always have me to sniff out the sins. Your knight too, I suppose, but I’m the one that really matters,” Rose boasted.

“Thank you, Rose. Alright, Gimmi, Vana, let’s speed this up, please.”

The next sets of nobility went faster. Marinette continued to zone in and out until she met with another prince. He was a spindly man with bright red hair, sea green eyes, and wore a pink and white ensemble with black boots.

“Hi, hello, your Highness. I’m Prince Nathaniel Kurtzberg, crown heir of Mullo and Daizzi’s kingdom. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise, Nathaniel. How are things in your kingdom?”

“Huh? Oh, they’re fine, but not as fine as this. I’ve been excited to meet you, your Highness. You’re an inspiration.”

“I am?”

“Absolutely! You’re a muse that inspires many. A true beauty that truly stirs the mind.”

Marinette grimaced.

Alix snorted. “I wonder if the mind is the only thing it stirs.”

Rose’s eyes widened. “Gimmi, Vana, next!”

“What? But I didn’t-!” Nathaniel attempted but was teleported away.

Marinette sighed as the next nobles were brought in. She clocked out and stopped listening to the nobles that came and went until a skulk of red and white foxes danced around her. Rose and Alix chased them around as one hopped onto the table. It stared at Marinette, smiled, and vanished with the rest of them. Rose and Alix exchanged glances as the next noble appeared. She carried on with the rest of the nobles when she let out a groan.

“Are we done yet?”

“I sure hope so. I was told I was the last one,” a familiar woman’s voice said.

Marinette looked straight ahead and saw Kagami. She squealed and tackled Kagami, who kept them on their feet.

“It’s been too long, Kagami! Look at you, so handsome in that princely get up. Never thought a dark turquoise would be your color, but you rock it.”

Kagami smiled softly. “And look at you. You’ve become a fine young lady. Still have your nose stuck in a book?”

“How could I not? There’s so much to learn. What about you? How’s your tutoring going?”

“It’s been well, though I did pick up sword fighting in recent years. It’s a nice activity between the long study sessions and other mundane hobbies.”

“Do you still draw?”

“Here and there. At least when I remember to.”

“Perhaps we can do some drawing and other arts while you’re here? I’ve always wanted to learn to draw. I’ve used manuals and other such materials to try and teach me, but they never came out quite like yours. It always felt, I dunno, lacking?”

Kagami giggled. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Marinette furrowed her brow everything was bathed in a violet haze. She blinked and Kagami, Rose, and Alix all disappeared. She tensed up and looked around when she saw a tall, beautiful woman with long red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and dressed in misty purple gown.

“What is the meaning of this?” Marinette demanded.

The woman smiled and curtsied. “I wished to meet you, your Grace. I am Ondine, a fragment of an age long past.”

“Are you… not a real person? Is this the work of one of the nobles? Tell me, who do you work for?”

“I work for no one but myself.”

“Then why have you dragged me to whatever this is?”

“For a moment as I cannot meet you as I truly am in your reality. At least, not as equals. Here, we stand as one and the same. Equals in body and spirit… and blessing.”

“Blessing? Who are you?”

Ondine didn’t answer. The haze lifted as light filtered in. Marinette blinked against it as she saw Rose, Kagami, and Alix all looking down at her.

“What’s going on?” Marinette asked.

“We should be asking you that, Mari. You just passed out,” Kagami said.

“I… I did?”

“Oh, this isn’t good. Come, we need to get her back to her room. She needs to rest,” Rose urged.

“I agree. Ser knight, will you see to this task?” Kagami asked Alix.

“Hey! I’m more than capable of handling it myself,” Rose fussed.

“Easy, ankle biter. Let me handle the heavy lifting and you can handle everything else. Sound good?”

Rose grumbled. “Alright, fine.”

“Thank you. Come, your Majesty. Let’s get you back to your chambers,” Alix said.

“Right. Let’s go.”

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