"How did you know where his room was?" Crista asked as I shut the door behind us and I walked over to the wall beside the bed before pulling the rope that was hanging from the hole it. I hoped the servant that would come over won't be rude or mean.
"Milan brought me here after he took me out of the arena."
Crista plopped down on one of the chairs by the table and crossed her legs. "First name basis with a prince, huh? You really spent the night here, didn't you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with amusement, and my face flushed. "Look at you Marietta. Going places and having sex with a prince," she said as I moved towards her and after a couple of seconds, her lips curved into a frown. "Speaking of going places… I was so worried. What the hell happened?"