“Fun?” Tal’s voice cracked. He stalked forward. “Fun?” Anger burned through him. Smoke curled from his fists. His body warmed with fire and flame. “You have no idea what I’ve been through. I have been kidnapped and tortured and hidden away, all to protect my family and our kingdom. I am not the young boy I was when we first set out on our journey, and I most definitely was not having fun at the expense of those I love. I am Prince Taliesin of Harth, fourth child of Queen Carys, and you will obey my command. Is that clear?”
