Twenty-Eight
Princess Ashden
Several hours later, I was startled awake. It took me a moment to adjust, to remember where I was. I was no longer the fiance of Prince George, the future Queen of Vincia. I was Princess Ashden, of Continuar, and I was on the run. A fugitive. A dragon. On the run with another fugitive and dragon, Prince Haven of Draig.
I couldn’t believe he had known what I was this whole time and didn’t tell me. Worse, I couldn’t believe that he had known that he was one too and didn’t tell me. It was nightfall, and I was surprised to find that Haven wasn’t back yet.
There was a knocking at the door. I froze at the sound. Haven and I hadn’t agreed on any kind of signal. I had no way of knowing if it was him or not, or if I should even answer. “Whose there?” I asked.
