The Mad Prince’s Claim.
My heart leaps to my throat.
“We'll have to—”
Suddenly, there's commotion in the hall. The girls gasp, murmurs erupt, and some make happy squeals.
Man in charge—fuck it, we'll call him little man, for now—momentarily forgets me and turns in the direction of the noise.
My chest is still heaving from the exertion I put my poor heart to as Rhea squeezes my hand reassuringly.
“Girl, that was close,” she whispers.
“Your highness! You shouldn't be here! Gods!” It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince.’
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