The Prince’s Boy: 55

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55: Kenet
I was aiding the General with a revised tally in the afternoon when a young soldier in a wide-brimmed hat came seeking him. I was surprised to learn that he was only looking for Roichal because he was hoping to find me. He introduced himself as Van, and as he swept off the hat once he was inside the tent I recognized him by his brown curls as one of the boys Harman had rescued from a Night Mage’s keep. One of the eldest, and it appeared they had made a soldier of him, now that his eyes were adjusting to the light.

Roichal exchanged a glance with me, as if to tell me he would be right outside if my virtue needed defending, but that he would leave us to speak in private.

Indeed, Van wanted to speak in nearly a whisper. “I want to ask your help. We know not who to turn to.”

I held one of his hands as we sat upon a chest. “What do you need? I am no mage.”

“Not that sort of help,” he said, glancing back and forth.

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