Fifty-Eight:
Prince George
We were surrounded.
We were surrounded by The Dragon Slayers, a group that I was supposed to be the leader of. Every time I tried to do something honorable, or noble, it backfired. All I wanted to do was to save Ashden and my unborn child from the same people that now had us held hostage. The one time I tried to do something heroic, and it backfired in my face. I had never been the kind of Prince my father wanted.
I wasn’t athletic. I wasn’t the pro hunter. I didn’t care about battles and glory. The only thing my father and I had in common was a healthy, s****l appetite. Even that he didn’t approve of because it wasn’t the way that he wanted it to be. I was not the Prince that he wanted. In fact, it might be said that Anu would have made the better
