THE BURNT FACE LUNA
The only sound was the whistling wind and the distant rumble of the mountain.
"Wait!" Charles asked, his voice low and dangerous. "You were mates to the King?"
"No, not this brooding blob over here," Cyrus said, gesturing dismissively at me. "Our younger brother, Derick. The 'Golden Prince.' Though 'Golden Coward' is more accurate."
I looked at Sofia. I had known there was history, known there was a reason she had left the royal court to become a physician on the outskirts, but I hadn't known this. "Is this true?" I asked, my voice a low rumble.