I took another step forward, scuffing my feet, and his head lolled to the
side to regard me. In the five years since I had seen him, he had outgrown
his babyish roundness. I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green
eyes, features fine as a girl’s. It struck from me a sudden, springing dislike.
I had not changed so much, nor so well.
He yawned, his eyes heavy-lidded. “What’s your name?”
His kingdom was half, a quarter, an eighth the size of my father’s, and I
had killed a boy and been exiled and still he did not know me. I ground my
jaw shut and would not speak.

Chapter 3