False Pretences
“This is no way to treat a prince…”
Assawin stared back at that fatuous
claim. And then he decided he didn’t
like what he saw. This prisoner again
stood there, defiant. He stood without
swaying after taking a good roughing
up. Chest high, standing tall.
Authoritative. PRINCELY.
Well, fuck that! “I see no prince,” the
general snarled. He was not going to
give in to any show of superiority.
“But you are right, no way to treat a
prince. I wouldn’t even treat my dog
like this…” His eyes tore across the
princely figure before him.