Thirty-One:
Prince George
“Well, this is f*****g excellent.” It was Lancelot who spoke. Bitter, and pissed at me. All of my efforts in trying to save Ashden had been fruitless. I’d attempted to misdirect Anu and the Dragon Slayers by taking them to Lord Haywood’s house. It hadn’t worked, and when Anu realized what we were doing she’d turned on me and taken me back to the palace in handcuffs. Lancelot and I had both been arrested. The King was claiming that it was treason.
Although I didn’t understand how it was treason when we’d been plotting to save Ashden. Not plotting against him. Although we were trying to derail his little plain of making her into a brood mare. But we hadn’t been plotting against his well being. It didn’t matter though. The Kings word was law, and so the two of
