"So," Julian whispered. "Is this the part where we go home and I marry some Duke’s daughter?"
In any other story, the Prince would slay the beast and marry a princess. But in a world written with a wink and a nudge, Julian didn’t want a princess. He wanted to know why Silas’s hand felt so steady against his back, and why the squire’s sarcasm felt more like a safety net than a sting.
The kingdom of Oakhaven was not supposed to have a dragon problem, mostly because it already had a Prince problem. Prince Julian was a catastrophe in silk breeches, a boy who tripped over his own sword and once accidentally declared war on a flock of geese. Asi Que Esto Es Un Felices Para F T Lukens ...
Enter Silas, the royal squire who spent 90% of his day sighing and the other 10% making sure Julian didn’t walk off a cliff.
"Is it supposed to breathe fire like that?" Julian asked, pointing a trembling finger at the emerald-scaled beast currently roasting their campsite. "So," Julian whispered
Silas looked at him, his gaze softening in a way that made Julian’s heart do a clumsy somersault. "Only if you want to. But I think the Duke's daughter would find you very annoying." "And you?"
After a series of chaotic mishaps—involving a magical lute that only played sea shanties and a very confused forest sprite—they didn’t kill the dragon. They gave it Julian’s shiny, useless breastplate to use as a mirror, and the beast let them pass. He wanted to know why Silas’s hand felt
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