The One
“What? That’s impossible!”
“No,” Permiton says, shaking his head. “Not impossible. Your father, the king, has barred you both from ever returning to the kingdom. Your water magic, strong as it might be, will never summon the narwhals while he’s alive.”
Brook’s face pales, and River’s expression darkens with rage.
“This is absurd,” River mutters, his fists clenched. “I’m the Crown Prince of Oceana. He can’t just—”
“He can,” Permiton interrupts calmly. “And he has.”
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