CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Sebastian tried to look like a prince rather than just another seasick soldier as the ship carrying his company cut through the waves of the Knifewater. It wasn’t easy, because his stomach threatened to rebel with every lurch of the vessel, but he forced himself to stay strong with the determination not to embarrass himself, his family, or the crown.
Rupert, he suspected, would have made a better job of it. His brother was the dashing one, the brave soldier with the reputation for skill at arms. He had commanded forces, while Sebastian was stuck as a junior officer, just one man among hundreds. He had fought in battles against rebels and mercenaries, enemies abroad and foes at home. He was halfway to being a storybook prince, while Sebastian couldn’t even master his own
