"You weren't kidding when you said you had problems talking to other people." Aurelia stated. It was morning and her Lucas were standing on the deck of the ship looking over the water. They had slept in a bit too much for both their likings as it was drawing closer to twelve.

"Yeah see I'm bad at it?" The prince stated.

"Hmm, why though?" Aurelia wondered.

"Because being socially awkward comes naturally to me?" Lucas suggested.

"Yeah but why? Shouldn't you be primped from a young age to be good at social situations?" Aurelia questioned.

Luke's eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think primped is the right word, but I suppose I was. I just failed miserably at that sort of stuff. During social events I kind of just go off by myself if I can help it. Occasionally I'll listen to others discuss politics while I don't participate in the conversation." He answered honestly.

"I suppose I understand you don't want to be king if that's the case." Aurelia bit her lip.

"Well that's a big part of it. I mean I am interested in politics and economics, someone has to be with how Letholdus is, but I'm just not right to rule Atharia. I'd probably screw everything up." He faked a laugh but Aurelia could tell it was no joke. He didn't have confidence in himself. A crease formed between her brow and she frowned.

In an attempt to turn the conversation away from the current subject Aurelia looked over the ship's deck, planning on making an awkward observation about the water. Her eyes widened at the sight of a faint green on the horizon. Had they reached Zerawyn already?

"Lucas, look!" Aurelia pointed out over the water.

Lucas looked up. "We are already there? Usually it takes longer..."

"Perhaps we took a route with s stronger current or perhaps the winds have be especially strong." Aurelia suggested.

Lucas didn't look so convinced. "I guess. It was quite a few days shorter though."

They both couldn't help but wonder if magical means were involved. But of course it was more logical and more comforting to think of it as being a strong breeze.

They were there. Zerawyn was before them.