Flashback: What’s in a Name?

6 September, 1370. St Ivan's Palace, Havietten

"What do you think our lives would be like if we were a married couple?" Celia asked lazily.

It was well after midnight and the two of them were sprawled on her bedchamber floor, on top of the blankets she'd pulled off the bed. The fire in the fireplace had nearly flickered out, making the room a touch chilly. She wrapped herself around Lucas's bare limbs for warmth.

"What kind of question is that?" he grinned at her, tickling her ribs.

"A serious one!" Celia wriggled in his embrace. "Pretend for a moment I'm not a princess. I'm not even Islian. I'm just some local noblewoman who took your fancy and you proposed marriage to. What do you think our life together would look like?"

"If you were a local noblewoman, I probably wouldn't have paid you much attention. You'd be illiterate and probably very boring to have a conversation with."