“So,” I say, balancing my chin on my hand. “What’s my title?” He lifts a brow. “Thinking a little highly of yourself, aren’t you?” I roll my eyes. “The Alaha wouldn’t breach enemy lines to steal a child of a commoner.” He smiles, all teeth and pretentiousness. “You are Princess Jovie of the Maile.” I laugh. “No, really. What am I?” He doesn’t blink. “The Maile have been ruled by your family for the last century. Longer than mine have ruled in Kenta, even.”
