Chapter Fifteen
The day of the princess’ ball dawned bright in Madra, but quickly turned cold as rain clouds moved across the sky. A storm had churned out at sea for days and finally arrived on their shores.
Dell peered up at the swirling darkness blocking the sun. A torrent of rain erupted from the heavens, crashing down on his head.
Madrans ran through the streets in search of cover, but Dell didn’t move.
His sopping clothes stuck to every curve of his body like a second skin and still, his feet remained frozen to the spot.
He had nothing. Not anymore. Maybe he never had—at least not since his mother died.
He hadn’t returned to his family’s estate after the Madran games where he saved the girl who assaulted his brother. Where the world found out he was a Tenyson.
The shopkeepers h
