She frowned at the djinni as he spoke to her, his hand on her shoulder so that he could talk only with her. The princess swiftly entered her room and closed the door before she answered him. Turning around she shook her head at him. Sighing softly she reached up and let her hair tumbled from the clip that was holding it all. Brushing her fingers through the loose strands, she answered him softly.
"How am I to tell my father that I have a djinni as my witness? There were no others, Nassir. I won't put you in that kind of predicament. It's bad enough that Kevah knows you exist. What do you think my father would do?" still shaking her head she turned and seated herself upon the stool next to her vanity. Taking a brush she began running it gently through her hair.
"He would most likely have me get rid of this ring and then what would you do? Not only would Kevah search for you -and most likely find you- but you wouldn't have a chance at being freed. Besides, I can figure this out well enough," she said with a smile at him. Mostly she was trying to convince herself that she could, but what else could she really do? Tavyna would figure it out, but would it be in time? Or would it be just short of her having her life dangled before her fathers eyes... Taking a deep breath she cleared herself of the depressing thoughts.