Several days had passed since the time Berengar informed Honoria about his origins. After such a shocking revelation, she had needed some space to process the information and had spent the last few days within isolation on her ship. She had deliberately asked Berengar to stay onboard another vessel while she worked through her thoughts.
Thus, at the moment Honoria had a bottle of rum in her hands as she lied back on her mattress. She had a downcast expression as she combed the vacant spot next to her. Normally, Berengar would be lying next to her, playing with her hair and whispering sweet nothings to her. However, such a thing was not the case, and she realized that she only had herself to blame.
