"So you've traveled more than me," Jaime said, which was an odd notion coming from a princess. Apparently she wasn't exactly like the ones in all the stories, confined by trappings of wealth and status. He's certainly never lived on a farm.

"I'm from the South - a place called El Paso, and it's nothing like this. There's a whole lot more colour, and a whole lot more sun. I've never been to a place that rains this much in my life." He tilted his head up, staring a little mournfully at the omnipresent drizzle and grey clouds that infested Exsilium. "It's nice there. Peaceful, most of the time."