Caspian’s pov
Dawn crept in sooner than expected, as we found ourselves immersed in the relentless grind of royal duties and preparations. Mistefell may not have been my birthright, but I never allowed myself to feel separate from it. Fate, after all, had bound me to this land. When I first set foot on this soil, it was foreign, unfamiliar. But destiny has a way of steering even the most unwilling souls. Perhaps I was never meant to save humans from the monsters they feared, but rather from the monsters within their own kind. And they say it is beasts like me who are the real danger. What an irony.
The message had reached me not long before—my army had crossed the border, advancing steadily. A slow smile curled at the edge of my lips. I could already envision what my loyal soldiers would
