Seventy-Three:
Lancelot Larkin
We had gotten to Continuar. Ashden was safe. She was the last descendant of the Queen, and the heir to the throne. All we had to do was to install her as Queen and then use her army to take back Vincia for George and I. The two of us had been placed in a room together, and after the incident with Ashden’s grandfather, I was more eager than ever to take back our own kingdom.
I’d not been sleeping. Instead, I was over by the desk in our chambers, drafting battle plans. There was a knock on the door. I paused, and glanced at George who was still sleeping.
I didn’t want to wake him, but I didn’t know if there was something wrong with Ashden and the baby or not. Quickly, I got up from my desk and I went to the door. Standing there was a young, female guard
