#Chapter 284: If You Get Scared…

At the airport, we were led onto the tarmac to board a smaller private jet. The royal jet, though small, lacked for no luxury. The seats were the finest leather. There was a sitting room and a large television. I’d never really been on a plane before at all, much less a fancy one like this. But I had seen what a cramped regular plane was supposed to be like on television and in movies. So I knew this was something much more elaborate and different. Despite the large area for mingling, I led Elva to the forward-facing chairs with seatbelts. Like me, Elva had never been on a plane either. I had heard that taking off and landing were the scariest parts. I didn’t want her to be scared. However, as we sat in our chairs, she swung her legs back and forth like a dance, and sung to herself absentmindedly, like she hadn’t a care in the world. She seemed totally relaxed, ready for anything. Though maybe she just didn’t know what was to come. “It’s going to be okay, Elva,” I told her, not for