“Uhum!” I heard someone from behind us. I turned around to check who it was. It was a man wearing a black tunic and gray pants. There was a crossbow on his back and he has the same eyes as Alexander’s.
“Who are you?” I asked him.
The young man bowed his head with his hands on his back.
“I am the second Prince. My name is Prince Christopher Lincoln and this brother of mine, beside you, is my brother,” he suddenly shook his head as if he said something wrong. And yes, he said it wrong. “Oh my, why did I repeat it? We are only fifty percent blood-related. He is my half-brother,” he spoke once again.
He stared at me and then at Alexander.
“What gave you the confidence to bring your woman into the castle? You know that everyone will prey on you,” he added with a smile on his lips.
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