“Hello? I’m Prince Nathan Robert Augustus Magellan!” he called out to the guards patrolling the upper walls of the palace. It felt strange to say his full name. He was only used to hearing it yelled at him, not saying it himself.
“What’s that?” shouted a voice from above.
“I’m Prince Nathan—”
“I heard you!” The voice interrupted. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead or something? How do I know you’re not some kind of imposter?”
“I swear I’m the prince! Take me to my parents or I’ll—” He didn’t know what kind of threat would be meaningful here. He was going to be asleep soon; there wasn’t much he could do to this guard.
The only evidence Nate had of his identity would be in a few hours when some magical spinning wheel would magically materialize out of nowhere and then he’d prick his finger
