Zavier sat in the front of our rowboat, his posture rigid and his shoulders tense. He hadn’t spoken a word as we loaded onto the rowboat to go to shore. He was back to the silent, brooding prince. Was that because my lady’s maids were around to hear? Probably. I hadn’t told either of them that he could speak. I wasn’t going to fail that test of his confidence. If he stayed quiet, so would I.
