The Royal Prince’s Destined Bride
“So this is it. The great King Felix driven to his knees before me. And you call yourself a Dragon Knight? You’re pathetic. Your brother was right about you.”
“Actually,” I said, gasping for breath, “my brother was very, very wrong about me. And so are you.”
Just as I had on the battlefield so many months earlier with my brother, something inside me exploded. A bright, blinding light poured out of me and bathed the entire courtyard in its glow. The King of Abernathy was thrown backwards, skidding along the grass.
He was unconscious and subdued, for now, but still alive.
I rose to my feet, brushing myself off. My guards raced into the courtyard, the sight meeting them clearly causing confusio