Nineteen:
Prince Raoul
When I’d stumbled into the Ashland cabin, there had been a flurry of activity. Crimson’s grandmother had led me to her room. Anya had yelled at me, swearing a stream in Crescentian, the language of our country. “Vera vurk!” she shouted, swatting at me. “Yui brisa! What did you do?”
“He didn’t do anything,” said Crimson’s Grandmother, “if anything, I believe he did something right. Quite hitting him, Anya, and get the medicine for your sister.”
Anya scowled at me, but did as told, still muttering in the local language. It wasn’t spoken amongst the royals and was forgotten by most everyone except villagers. Even the wolves didn’t speak it and I realized if Anya knew it, Crimson most certainly did. I would have to keep an eye
