The Villain's Hero
“Perfect timing. We were just about to see Aien’s talent.”
Aien stood within the center of the ring of desks, two patches of color hectic on his cheeks, and looked just as unhappy to be the focus of attention as I normally was. I slid into the open desk, between Rue and one of the knights, Liam, the tall blonde-haired man looking disapprovingly down his nose at me.
Liam had made it perfectly clear that he did not believe that I belonged at the Monster Hunting academy. With the exception of Tarragon, who was destined to be a hero, Liam believed that princesses belonged in castles, embroidering favors whilst waiting for knights like himself to rescue them.