It was almost impossible to get out of Basu Manor. Those madmen had put guards on absolutely every fragment of the building and for the whole time you didn't manage to find a blind spot. And yet, you seemed to have managed to escape from the dining hall to the street. Running without a glance from the guards, tapping your bare feet against the garden tiles. You wanted to look back to see if you had lost the chase, but you stumbled. Familiar strong hands picked up your body. You didn't even have to look up to see who it was.

"Oh, there you are, my mohabbat. Why didn't you ask for a walk if you felt like it?"

Raja gave you his sweetest smile. The gold jewelry in his hair glistened unnaturally in the moonlight as he held you in his arms. Still, he unclenched his hands to let you stand up and shake yourself off. Even though these fanatics did not let you out of his sight, the eldest of the brahmana's sons regarded you with awe.

"The goddess should not be walking around at night looking like that. You might catch cold."

The Hindu took his cloak off his shoulder, carefully covering you up to your nose with it.