Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“The North Kingdom will be proud of you, Crown Prince!”

What? Crown Prince of North?

My hands trembled as I stared at Xavion unblinkingly, processing the words hung in the air.

“Who?

Who is the North’s crown prince?”

My heart hammered against my rib cage, a wild uneven rhythm that made my chest tightened. I looked around to seek confirmation from uncle Earl nearby.

“Uncle, who else is here? Have you seen anyone from the North Kingdom?”

But my eyes caught an unbelievable sight. An icy shiver ran down my spine to see uncle Earl tackled down cruelly. Two armed warriors had forced him to kneel, pointing their...