“Inan?” Kaea asks. She puts her hand on her blade. I need to give the order. I can’t show weakness. Duty before self.
She’s either the ranking officer, the Admiral, and you’re the captain, or you’re the prince, heir to the throne, and she’s your subject and subordinate. This flip flopping of who calls the shots is getting ridiculous. He was just acting like she was in charge before they entered the wagon and a few other times. Now he has to decide?
