Thirty Eight:
Prince George
Lancelot had come up with plan. I had no idea if it would work at all. But Lancelot had kept me alive most of my life. It wouldn’t due to start doubting him and his scheming abilities now. But he hadn’t exactly been happy about Ashden being a dragon.And I wasn’t sure how much I could trust him.
Ashden was more than likely getting swept off her feet by Haven at this very moment. But she was still the mother of my child, and I needed her to live. I needed my son to live. We had a history. Her life had been stolen away because of me. I had to make sure that she survived. I owed her a life.A real one.
One that didn’t involve being cooped up in a castle, waiting for a life that was forced on her.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” I asked.
“Of course it’
