"Stelian, what is that?" the Crown Prince asked as Stelian arrived at the castle. He had come alone, and the last thing he had expected was for Davien himself to come to welcome him. "And what is that smell?" Davien added as he took a step back.
"A stray," Stelian said. He didn't know what else to call her.
In the past day and night, he had learned absolutely nothing about her. He has been calling her "You" all this time and she would answer. She also refused to let go of him. He had to excuse himself with her wrapped around him. He wasn't pleased about it, but every time he tried to take her off, she would sob and cry. The only time she didn't mind letting go was when they were alone and that didn't happen until the tunnels.
"Are you alone?" Davien asked, looking around, though Stelian was clearly standing there by himself.
"Yes," he replied. He knew Davien was asking about his men.
"Your men?"