William

William’s eyes widened as the carriage pulled in front of the Aldarius Manor. Almost as grand as the palace itself, it whispered of age, strength, and steadfastness.

Like the family that occupied it.

The Duke and Duchess Aldarius were waiting for him, as were Sir Godfrey and Griffin. Even Onyx was there, a sword identical to her brothers’ and father’s strapped at her side.

William grinned.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he was coming home.

“My regent says-”

“Your regent is a self-serving idiot, though not a murderous one.”

Prince William glanced down. It was true, and while he thought he should do something about it, he had no idea what.

“I will deal with the political fallout if you wish to come.”

Prince William remembered Godfrey’s stories of riding, fishing, and swimming. Things other boys did but not princes that all of Broadland depended on. “I would like that more than anything, but-”

“I am your sword and shield. I will see it done.”

“You are still struggling after the events of the ball.”

William started to argue.

“That was not a question.”

William puffed up his chest as he met the duke’s stern gaze.

“I have a proposition for you. You are the prince. You can always say no.”

William paused. “What is it?”

“I would like you to come stay with my family out at our country estate. Give yourself time to recover. We’ll see to your studies, as Godfrey can attest, and there are lakes to swim in, horses to ride, and trees to climb.”

Words failed William. The offer was too good to be true.

 

Duke Aldarius was in the training room, a common place to find him.

He sheathed his sword and bowed when William entered.

William ignored the normal pleasantries, knowing Duke Aldarius had little patience for them. “Sir Godfrey said you wanted to see me.”

The duke nodded to his son, and Sir Godfrey left.

Prince William swallowed hard as he met the hard brown gaze of the duke. The father of the girl that had saved his life.

Sir Godfrey glanced at the weapon but said nothing.

“Duke Aldarius would like to see you.”

“Your father?”

Sir Godfrey dipped his head in acknowledgement.

Prince William frowned but followed his knight and friend.

Prince William was had barely seen ten summers, but he was lucky to be alive.

And he had Onyx Aldarius to thank for it. A girl two summers younger than him.

A girl with more magic than he had thought possible. Add that to her impressive sword skills…

A noise outside his door made him jump up and reach for his lance.

He cursed, but he didn’t release his weapon.