“I didn’t mean that Soren was simple as in stupid or lacking education,” Prince Jorlan explains, his voice coming softly from behind me. I stand still, staring at the hammock. It isn’t just some makeshift sheet strung between trees. It’s the real thing, crafted from sturdy canvas and supported by a proper frame. “I only meant the name was simple to say, short and easy. I didn’t mean to insult you.”

I turn around, meeting his eyes through the moisture building in ...