C371 A BROKEN PEACE

"You are late to your own war, brother," the 2nd Prince said. He sat atop his horse, his eyes trailing over the smoking remnants of his army. He didn't look at the Young Prince with anger. He looked at him as if he were a piece on a board that had moved exactly where he wanted.

The Young Prince stepped out from the cellar entrance, his hand resting on Aria’s waist. His palm was hot