They set out quietly.
Everything began well, the wind was on their side, so was the tide.
Eleanor kept babbling about the weather North of Reden.
And the food. And the trending fashion.
Yeren felt like she was just trying to buy time until they had gone deep into the water before she discussed her true aim.
"What a strong man you are, Your Grace." She said when he took up the oars.
Removing them from their grids was not hard. Neither was paddling.
The boat slid along the water without a hitch.
So he could row a boat after all.
The clear blue sky made the water look blue.
Eleanor dipped her hands in the water as he paddled by, closing her eyes and breathing deeply.
Her weight gradually started tilting the boat towards her side.
"Sit straight."
She sat up straight.
"You're not as bad with oars as you claimed. Was it all a trick?"
If only it was, he wanted to say.
