Lion Head Mesa bull

plenty about sparring — and developing the eye of a tactician. all things a good crown prince should.

it felt like a script. over and over. a good crown prince, a good crown prince.

he mentioned nazli, at her chest. she could not stop the slight stiffening of neck and the way her gaze rolled to look skyward.

and?

she buried her hurt before him.

the priest who had seen her cry once before.

she knew not what he knew, what things he had done in her absence.