Nineteen
Cronan Spires
Here was the thing about fleeing a foreign country: you couldn’t draw attention to yourself. It was an incredibly hard thing to do since I was running away with the girl the whole country was protesting. The woman that was pregnant with the King’s bastard. Who had been declared the Kings Anam Cara. His soulmate. Everything I was doing, I could get hanged or worse for. What’s more, Lucy was gorgeous, with her curly, brown hair and amber eyes. It was impossible to miss her.
“We’re going to have to dye your hair,” I said.
We were in a car now. Nothing ostentatious, however much I’d wanted to speed away in a luxurious sports car like James Bond.
She scowled over at me. “What? Why?”
“Everyone knows who you are, Princess,” I said, “it’s g
