Steele stands in the red room. Every other person has been cleared out except the king and the prince. He has spent the morning watching the Princes training. To anyone on the outside. He looks like a dutiful soldier keeping a careful eye on his master, but only he knows that his slate-grey eyes are fixed on the man, dissecting every single move, looking for flaws, for weaknesses in his body, in his ability, in his strength.
Steele has no doubt that he is strong, but the genealogy of the royals is something different and not something that everyone can aspire to. Sometimes, no amount of training can make up for superior genetics. He is determined to know everything about his enemy.
Ezekiel looks at Slate and then back at Easton.
"How is it that this boy has become your most trusted bod
