Pray to the Gods that maybe, just maybe...she would be Matched to him.
Enter the Eagle’s Nest. Attempt to find patience in his heart as he trained with the Eagleminders and the wild fledglings.
Feel as if he hated the oversized birds.
...and then be reminded by Soraya, through forbidden and callous words, as she so often did, that he was not a “little nomage bitch”, and if he did not adjust his sour mood, then he deserved to be eaten by said oversized birds.
Attend more meetings with his father. Be reminded that he wasn’t good enough, not yet, to be considered an honorable Crown Prince.
Head to battle with the ground forces. Keep a tally with the other Riders as to how many darksouls and shadow wolves he felled with his flaming sword.
Fight until the morning light. Fight with all he had, every inch of his soul and his magic and his mind, because the darkness was looming, and the light – the Five – had to win.
Leave the battlefield last. Thank the living for their service to the Five...and pray to the gods above that Soraya would not be among the dead.
Stand at the Sacred Tree and feel his heart harden as he lost track of how many Sacred were lost. Watch the tears fall down Soraya’s bloodstained face.
Deny the help of a servant. A Crown Prince cleaned his own blade.
