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The door swung open and Prince Jonathan walked in. He'd lost the arrogant air he'd had originally, he even had a small hunting axe strapped to his waist. Perhaps there was hope for him yet.
With a slightly scruffier appearance, and stubble on his jaw, he suited life in the camp.
"I hadn't realised hawks could act like that, Your Highness," he said, nodding to Sapphire on my shoulder.
I smiled but didn't answer the unspoken question in his voice. I had no explanation for why I'd forged the bond I had with Sapphire. Perhaps it was because I also had an affinity with archery and that was almost like flying. Or maybe it was just because my brother had given her to me.
"May I make a suggestion, Prince Jonathan?" I set the kettle on the fire. If we were going to use the cabin for this con
