-Raven-
“I hate him!” I yelled, letting the words echo through the forest.
I had left the tent to calm down before I did something I might regret, like strangling the prince. He was being a royal pain, and I was stuck taking care of him. The Gods must be mocking me—first, they took my family, and now I’m forced to care for the grandson of the very man who did it.
“Very funny,” I muttered angrily. “You really must enjoy seeing me like this.”
I looked up at the clear blue sky, expecting some sort of answer, but of course, there was nothing. Typical.
“Raven?” I turned to see Micah approaching. He looked at me with a mix of concern and pity, and I hated it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I can handle this.”
“Is that why you’re out here yelling at the sky?” he asked with a chuckl
