She moaned softly and Prince Quentin, who'd been warned of her dishonesty, began to wonder if he was making a mistake by ignoring her. He'd been warned about her penchant for dishonesty by her father and was sure this was just a ploy to trick into leaving the room.Or was it. She was saying nothing now, only moaning more weakly. Quentin paced the outer room, looking through the door of her small bedchamber ever so often until finally he decided that if he must err, it was better to err on the side of caution."What is wrong?" he asked."It's my heart," she said.He looked at her and scoffed. "Your heart? Come now. Is it so terrible to be locked up away from your sisters. Surely your heart can take a bit of separation from..""No." She interrupted him with a weak wave of her hand. "It is not the state of my heart, but a physical condition. My father should have told you, Quentin. I'm sure, however, he was afraid you would reject me if you knew.""Knew what?""My heart is bad," she said. "Sometimes it beats most erratically and I feel weak.
