[Gale’s POV]"Missing Princess?"My mind whirls as I try to make sense of what Armia is saying. Was I actually this princess? If so, why didn’t I remember any of that?"That’s correct." Armia beams, running a hand along my cheek. "Grishan is currently on the hunt for their precious princess that dis
[Gale's POV]My eyes flick around the room as Charles busies himself taking my pulse and checking my temperature before he begins to draw my blood. He insisted it was a precaution to avoid spreading disease, but something about the change in his attitude left me feeling like something was wrong with
[Gale's POV]My body shook as I violently heaved the coppery-tasting liquid that was making its way up my throat. What was this and why was it happening?"Seems you have it too." Charles murmurs, continuing to watch the scene. "This is further proof you are the princess.""Has what too?" Armia snaps
[Chance’s POV]"Did damaging my desk help you feel better?" Gavin asks as the desk snaps in two and all the papers on it topple to the ground. "Did it help you find Gale?""I don’t know." I growl, feeling my rage building even more. "Let me try again and see."Grabbing the edge of one half of the de
"It revolves around her past." Gavin continues, finally turning around to face me. "She didn’t want anyone to know, but she has a certain... illness that has been slowly killing her day by day."Sucking in a sharp breath, I tried to make sense of what it was that Gavin had just told me. She was sick
[Fineon’s POV]Once I was fully dressed, I began to pull the boy I had knocked out towards a bush. I needed to make sure he was hidden before I went inside. If someone were to find him or he woke up before I located the princess, all of this would be pointless.Satisfied that he wouldn’t be found, I
[Gale’s POV]I watch as the excitement on the boy's face turns to sadness and something in my heart tugs. Was this proof that we were acquainted?"Are you really going to stay here?" He asks quietly, disappointment lacing his words. "What about the others? They’re worried sick about you. ""This is
"PUT ME DOWN!" I snap, kicking out and connecting with Ramone’s stomach."Ooofff." He gasps, loosening his hold and allowing me to easily land on my feet. "What was that for?" He puffs, rubbing the spot where I had hit."Don’t just pick me up like I’m some ragdoll." I growl, taking a few steps back.