*Sophia*
When I hear the Hybridians are within two days’ journey of the southern border, I ride out, despite Zeke’s protests.
By the time they reach the border, I am there to receive them.
They are a skinny, bedraggled lot at first glance. My heart hurts for the children whose bones are showing.
A tall man with pointed ears approaches me. I ascertain that he is a vampire/fae half-breed.
“Princess Sophia Brodcraz?” he asks, eyeing me up and down.
“Yes,” I say, keeping any fear I might be feeling out of my voice. Vampire/fae half-breeds are supposed to be the most dangerous of all creatures. “With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”
The man bows. “I am Percival Strongwind of Hybridia.”
I couldn’t fault his manners. I hold out a hand that trembles just a little, and Percival tak
