It had only been a week at sea.

Out of 6.

How were you supposed to manage? You’d already hurled over the side of the ship more times than you could count. Nadia had been amazing, of course, handling her partner with grace and making sure you stayed in the cabin when the sea was being too rough. How come she handled it so well? How did ANYONE handle it? You could barely move out of fear of throwing up again, curled up on the luxurious bed Nadia had implemented onto the ship. Whoever invented sea travel should surely rot. The Countess peeked into the room, cooing softly at her sick lover as she approached. She sat next to you and ran a delicate hand through your hair as if you were breakable.

“My darling. We surely must get you accustomed to sea travel.”

She laughed, not meanly. Gods above was she beautiful.