“Thank you. Please tell Queen Ceara
and Prince Nicholas not to worry—that I shall
return as soon as possible.”
My father started to reply but stopped.
There was not a trace of a smile on his lips
when he turned to face King Kenneth. “Treat
him justly,” he said before galloping away
from the clearing, leaving me solely in the
hands of our sworn enemy.
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