"So they arrived at the doctor's camp, his crude shack. A shanty with walls of broken glass, light leaking through the shattered cracks. And through he was cordial, the young couple was doubtful, for the longshoremen had warned them to keep a close eye on their adored ones.
But they had journeyed for a reason, they were here for the medicine. To cure the infection. But nothing could prepare him for the events that would ensnare them. All he could do is trust what he knew. He would listen to his gut and live for his love."
"Denied by the king and his greed, the pair would indeed be married in secrecy. But before they had agreed when and where to meet, the princess felt queasy and weak, could barely speak. Adakias knew instantly why she was so green and what had caused the disease. It was his proximity. She was ill from his company. Evils ubiquity.
You can't run from your history. Your past will seek you endlessly. He knew the only remedy to her viral malady resided and abided on the opposite side of the petrous levy and its harsh, barbed, concrete peak. So while avoiding the leak of his true identity, Adakias convinced the princess of their leave. They would meet with a specialist and rid her blood of this.
He kissed her on the lips and assured her a life-long live."