Astrid had not expected the Prince to go through as much remorse as this. Still, she thought she could have done a better job at handling things during their last excursion.
They had disagreements, yes. Her friends and companions had died during the attacks. At the mention of the Prowlers she would tense up and be hungry for revenge. She had undermined the Prince's orders and went ballistic, pelting the enemy with every bolt in her quiver.
She had seen Prince Janus' eyes during that encounter. The sight of death had paled him.
Their wondrous leader, the one who led them through the Forest of Mist.
"Was he really this weak?" she asked Jundra after the mission, over a night of cards.
"You mistake the Prince's kindness as a weakness. I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut.
