Prince Chandler had gone to the weaponry with the words of Penn still ringing in his head. Be careful of shadows, no matter how much he had tried to think about something else, the words kept ringing in his head.
And he felt guilty.
Penn words were cutting but true. The soul of the innocents were all he could think of. That and the wickedness of the nobles. Their powers were being abused everywhere and this, he noticed because he was paying attention to the nitty-gritty details not the lofty things which the nobles wanted him to see on his journey.
“My prince.” His manservant called out softly and his voice was followed by the usual soft taps on the carriage door. “Are you asleep?”
Chandler smiled in amusement, if not for the fact that his mother will sink her claws into thi
