Prince Eli stared at the full plate armor his instructor wanted him to don. Eli considered it a waste. The last time a king of Tamryn had led an army to war had been over five centuries ago.
And he was tired of doing what others wanted.
As he turned to leave, Sligo appeared from the shadows. “After your practice with him, I will teach you how to hold a dagger.”
“But I’m a Dracasan.”
“A Dracasan should also know how to counter an assassin.”
Sligo disappeared back into the shadows, and Prince Eli donned the plate armor.
Here’s a series of micro fictions on Prince Eli from To Love a Prince. He’s been in my thoughts lately, so I decided to write it down.