The Wicked Prince

by Celeste Baxendell

John was excellent at recovering even when he was the one who took himself by surprise.

John gave the instruction to reduce Robin’s lessons so she would have an hour each day to go to the training grounds and beat a dummy with a twig to her heart’s content.

Good. He would hate to have to have their eyes cut out.

“Alright, if you insist on us beating each other with sticks, I at least need to make sure you don’t get my face. It’s my best feature.”

Oh. There it went.

He was the scheming villain who’d caught her in his trap, and she was the righteous hero making the best of her fate. They were a noble tragedy, not a love story.

For the first time in his life, John was going to at least go down fighting.