A palace murder

Nerina struggled to hide the discomfort from her face and body as Dreygor made another jarring turn through the skies.

'What the hell was I thinking? Why didn't I fake an illness or something?' Nerina scolded herself as she held on to Daegal. She tried to relax her body to avoid him noticing her fear and tension but he still did.

"Naomi? Are you okay?" Daegal spoke up past the howl of the wind around them.

Nerina rolled her eyes. When Naomi had free rein over her body, everyone addressed her by her name, Princess Nerina. Now that her body was hers again, she was being called Naomi. Annoyance flooded her entire body but she pushed past it and cleared her throat.

"I am fine but my right thigh aches," She complained.

"Oh. That is why you are so tense?"

Nerina nodded even though he couldn't exactly see her. "Precisely, my Prince," She agreed with his conclusion with no hesitation. 'He can believe what he wants to as long as it's to my benefit,' She decided in her mind.

Sudden