The sea is not as calm today, but it doesn't matter too much. I can see Polis in the distance, which means we'll be there by evening.
The usual breeze moves my hair, which I let loose on my back, and my clothes follow the sails with their waving.
If he wasn't bedridden, Alexander would enjoy this view and feelings with me. But since he can't even walk around after a month of journey by sea, I let him rest in the cabin.
He must be the only person in the world whose seasickness worsens with time instead of decreasing. But it's one of the things I like the most: one of his few weaknesses.
To think that a man like him would surrender to the waves... Ah, he's so unlucky to have wed a former sea queen.
«How much time?» I inquire when a sailor passes by.
«Three hours, my Queen.»
Can I even say sailor?
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