C341 THE KING AND THE SOLDIER

"Let her go," the man at the front of the army barked. He stood tall, his chest covered in a vest made of scrap and leather. His hair was the color of wood ash, and his eyes were a mirror of Aria’s own. He held a heavy bow leveled at the Young Prince’s heart. "I did not walk through the ruins of ten cities to see my daughter held by a leech."

The Young Prince did not move