-Duncan-
It was hard to not be attracted to the Princess when she looked almost identical to the Queen. Their eyes were so similar, if she’d been wearing a hood to cover her hair, I’d swear it was speaking to Cleo. Their voices were almost as identical as their faces.
“So, Duncan,” Chloe spoke up as we headed to the main hall. I turned to look at her and she was studying my face. “How old are you?”
“Thirty,” I said with a smile. “Cleo said you and she turned twenty-two last week, happy belated birthday.”
“Well, aren’t you sweet,” she replied. “You were a council warrior, right?”
“Yes ma’am,” I replied with a nod. “For eighteen years.”
“And you promised yourself to my sister and our people?” She asked and I nodded again.
“I alleged myself to Holy Light of Fae, y
