The book reverts back to third person.

“…..I need to be stronger…” Ivan said, his heart bitter and dishearteTed. Greed had never controlled him. He hoped to be a king neither horrid nor incompetent but a king able to manage his kingdom well and to live a happy life with his wife, one whom he could respect as a human being, if not love.

But… did he hope for too much?

A soft hiccup snapped Ivan from his whimsical thoughts. He turTed his head and saw a little girl. Tears fell from her cheek and she wiped it roughly with her sleeves. She looked distracted, thus failing to take notice...