CHAPTER TWENTY
Will ducked out of the way of stone shards as a cannon round struck a nearby wall. He felt something graze his cheek, and his hand came away wet with blood when he touched it. He didn’t have enough time to check how deep the gash was though, because Lord Cranston would be waiting for the latest information on the progress of the siege.
“Looks as though this could be a tough one, your highness,” a soldier from Lord Cranston’s regiment called out, gesturing with his musket. It took Will a moment to decide that the man wasn’t making fun of him, no matter how uncomfortable he might be now at being a prince by marriage.
“It will be even easier than taking money from you at cards, Johannes,” Will called back.
The man laughed, and looked as though he might be about to say somet
