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The library was calm and quiet and Sylvestre quickly began to lose himself in the easy work. Adelaide looked angelic and ethereal in her sparkly white dress. Not being able to keep his eyes from straying to her every now and then, the prince almost laughed when she looked disappointed about...

He followed behind Adelaide down the hall, quiet and contemplative. She moved briskly, her skirt swishing from side to side. He watched the back of her head, ringlets coiling gently down the curve of her spine. They passed many palace guards along the way and he tried his best to avoid eye...

Sylvestre couldn't help but notice the frightened deer look in Adelaide's eyes. He wanted to ask her what was troubling her, but wasn't sure of the audience. Would they report their interactions to the queen? The prince didn't want to put them both in an ever more hopeless situation. Keeping...

He bid her good night from the shadows and was left once again to his solitude; to dark thoughts that kept him from falling asleep. How long would he have to endure such ramshackle accommodations? Would he be able to get away? Doubts ate at him, but he couldn't let all hope slip through his...

Sylvestre couldn't help but trust her the more they shared the small prison cell. He knew he was being completely rude to Adelaide, but she responded with nothing but kindness. She could be faking, trying to gain his approval to hurt him worse later. Maybe he was being naive, but there was...

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The prince couldn't prevent the growl that exploded from his stomach. Having eaten little since breakfast earlier in the day, bread and water sounded like a delicacy to Sylvestre. It was so quiet in the small space, he assumed she heard the giveaway of hunger. Pride begged him to keep up the...

The thing about dungeons is they give you a lot of time to think. Sleep was no where in Sylvestre's thoughts, however for he was unable to get remotely comfortable in his new quarters. The cot was stiff, devoid of any padding. The air cold, yet stuffy from the layers of human defecation that...

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Sylvestre's head rang after enduring the harsh slap across the face from the queen. The apple of his left cheek split open from one of her jewel encrusted rings. Blood ran from under his eye to chin. Air hit the gash, causing a burning sting to develop. He inhaled deeply, holding the air in...

While the bandits were inside, a small crowd had gathered around Sylvestre. "Who is this?" one of the peasants asked his watchdog. The bandit smiled deviously and jumped up onto the stocks where the prince was held captive. "You don't recognize his majesty? Why it is Prince Sylvestre of...

It couldn't be denied that this stranger was very perceptive. He sized Rowan up in seconds. A streak of red lit up his face at the mention of having an accent. I talk strangely? I'll have to work on that, Rowan thought to himself. "Emerald Isle is a large city located in the Femerst Gulf. It's...

Rowan couldn't help but laugh as he jumped down from the branch. The man's excuse for having his chaperone's clothing sounded like bullshit, but Rowan didn't find the stranger menacing. He thought about the expression on his escort's face when he discovered his outfit missing. It would be a long...

Sylvestre slipped in and out of consciousness. Odd dreams floated by filled with the roar of horse hooves and the smell of dung. Men could be heard shouting over the din and there was a piercing chill to the air causing the young prince to shiver. It was a few hours before he came to, realizing...

Much to the dismay of his father, Prince Bahn Morris, Rowan decided to venture off to foreign cities. Longing to see fresh culture and hopefully meet a few friendly faces was the ultimate goal. He was to have an escort with him at all times for protection, but he'd ditched the poor sap in the...

Crown Prince Sylvestre Jerard Tyrell was on his way back from a hunting expedition. Early evening light still shone through the trees as his party drove their horses toward Zephyrhills. A summer storm hung on the horizon, surrounding the towers of the castle where the royal family lived. Their...