Jaren wasn’t a prisoner—he was a Vallentis. And not just any Vallentis. He’s quite taken with you. Mirryn hadn’t been talking about the masked man from the gallows parading as a prince, the rogue who had flirted with Kiva in the infirmary. She’d been talking about her brother—her real brother—who had been wearing a dirty tunic and standing in the crowd.
WHA ok i thought he was some important rebel not a prince
