Chapter 150: One Hundred and Fiftieth

Never mind princely dignity.

She didn't feel like she had any dignity at all herself, either, being held in a bridal carry by Merwyn while Adrien hung off from Merwyn's shoulders from behind like...like a sad sort of...human backpack.

Even as a fae, it seemed Merwyn was struggling with his balance.

Simply falling in with a sad little belly flop would not have gotten them free, unfortunately.

Thus, she was there. In Merwyn's arms. Waiting for the far to position and steady himself properly for this ridiculous water gamble.

She was almost dreading what came after.

Because, of course, she still didn't understand how this would make a unicorn, dragon, or anything else to appear.

And if they didn't just poof into being, she had no idea what to do. If it was time sensitive they might have to do it all over again.

This awkwardness.

But...

They had no other choice.