Quote by Julianne Munich

“Your Highness? Prince Renaud?” This was the moment of truth. A look of confusion came over the man as he lay in her small bed, staring up at the cottage’s knotty pine ceiling. “How are you feeling?” “The pain is gone—I have to leave, I must—” He raised himself on his elbow. “Relax. Lie still for a while.” She caressed his arm. He stilled, staring at his healer with icy blue eyes. “Who are you? Some sort of witch? Where am I?” *He has Théodore’s face now that he’s grown. The spitting image of that devil. But his black hair—all mine. And yes, I knew he would use that word if he saw my powers…* “My name is Mathilde, Your Highness, and you’re in my cottage.” She blinked her tearing eyes and hardened her tone, speaking like a stern governess. “I saved you, that’s all I can say. You cannot escape justice from your brother if they find you alive. You didn’t succeed because I saved him as well.” “Half-brother, if you want to be precise! I’m the bastard whom no one cares a thing about!” A pained look of defeat crossed Renaud’s face. “Let me go!” He made a jerking move to raise himself from the small bed. Mathilde panicked. She clapped her hand on his forehead. “Dormez… go to sleep.” He slumped to a reclined position, his arm flopping to the side. His eyes glazed over and closed as he passed into a comatose slumber.”

Quote by Julianne Munich