Kell has no idea what a Sarows is, and he's made a promise he intends to keep if he ever returns, that Rhy will rule with Kell at his side, but Kings, he wants. Lila's eyes are bright on his, and Kell closes them, drawing an unsteady breath.

Their own ship. Away from the King and Arnes and Alucuard, away from every invisible chain Kell felt wrapping tighter the longer he remained. "Where would we go?" he asks, allowing himself to imagine it as he opens his eyes. "What will we plunder, Lila Bard?"