He’d wanted a princess because he’d been told he couldn’t have one. He remembered how it felt to get the power and fear he’d craved, and how it tasted like ashes. Maybe he needed to work on some more fundamental things first before he tried for true love. With someone else, someone he could start fresh with. But Eliasha—she knew him, like no one else did, and he didn’t want to lose that. “All I was hoping for was a…” He searched for the right word. A student? A conscience? “A friend.”
