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I watched the straight line of the man’s back as he sat on the horse, barking orders at the soldier scouts gathered around him as the linen of his dark garb caught dramatically in the wind.

”Fall in line miss...please,” The iron-faced man the prince had put in charge of me whispered, his silvery blue eyes glowing as he loomed over me, staring down his nose at where I was standing and adding the last part when I puffed my chest with an offended huff.

I scooted away from the henchman, having no doubts in my mind that Bjorn would have cut me down where I stood. He...