Damien As I walked out of the room, I pulled out my phone and found Erik’s name. He picked up immediately. “It seems someone wasn’t entirely honest yesterday,” he said, clearly amused. “Well, it is a delicate situation,” I said back smoothly, “And, with shifting alliances, I’m sure you understand my need to withhold information.” “Indeed. I’m sure if I was in your position, I would do the same,” Erik said, “So, the Princess lives.” “Before I confirm or deny that, where do your alliances stand?” “Evergreen stands with the true princess, the one foretold, risen from Iceclaw and returned to the North,” Erik said fervently. “She is alive,” I confirmed, “And here, with me.” “Rodolfo told me as much,” he said, “And will you honor your engagement now that Iceclaw has fallen?” “More than ever. She is my mate,” I told him. “The prophecy does not speak of a mate, though,” he shot back. “How can you be sure?” “I am sure of both, that she is the promised princess, descended from the God
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