I was going to kill him.
I was going to skin him alive and feed him to the beasts of the Whispering woods piece by piece until there was nothing left of him, not even the crown upon his copper head. Dressed head to toe in my leather armour, ready to fight tooth and nail to get back the prince who’d been taken by his wicked half brother I felt like a maiden in one of the many fairytales I knew Marie kept hidden under her bed.
‘Milady! You can’t just charge into the castle and accuse the king of kidnapping-‘
‘See that’s where you are quite incorrect Marie, the King is quite clearly expecting me’ I interrupt, Dion handing me my knives as requested, practically giddy to be accompanying me on my one woman crusade.
Ceilia wasted no time helping me dress, her own green eyes reminding me of
