![]() ![]() Very soon, he’d make a mistake, betray his true identity. Roden scoffed and shrank deeper into the corner, miserable and defeated, his only will to face the day fueled by the knowledge of how reckless Sage was. Roden’s comfort in that thought might’ve warmed him through the night, but by morning, when he awoke in the damp shelter of a farmer’s stables, instead of the tidings of justice, criers were wandering the city proclaiming, “He’s returned! Prince Jaron has returned!” It was only a matter of time before they found him out and rightly accused him of treason.īy morning, they’d announce the execution of a false prince. Aside from a vague resemblance to the painting they’d seen of Jaron, Sage had none of the mannerisms or education the prince should have had. They’d be fools to believe Sage was the missing prince. ![]() Maybe even at this moment, Conner was presenting him to the regents. He did it simply to deny Roden the prize, and for that, Sage would have to pay.īy now, Sage would be inside the castle. Sage didn’t even want the throne – how many times had he said that? Which meant he didn’t do this for honorable reasons. Conner’s servant, Cregan, had given him extra training. ![]() ![]() Conner had chosen him to become prince first. Sage had stolen the throne from him, stolen away the life that Roden should have had. Roden slipped into the night like a thief. ![]()
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