Finally, he had caught up with her and thrown her into the grass. She’d stood up, laughing, but instead of a little girl, she was now a beautiful young woman. She looked so much like his mother that a lump appeared in his throat when Hadjar remembered that the Queen had died a long time ago.
“My Princess,” Hadjar bowed, trying to hide his reddened eyes. “It’s an honor for me to wish you a happy birthday.”
When the General straightened up, no one could say that he looked any different from a few moments ago. Of all the men present, only three weren’t affected by the charms of the Princess: her father, who had returned to the throne, where several nobles had already gathered; the Mad General, still holding his hand on the hilt of his blade; and, as strange as it might sound, Commander Nero
