Evanna stared back at Conrad, still in disbelief that he was in the back alley dressed like a ranger instead of marching back to Hatherland with his army. It was only this morning when she received the news of his egress to return to the north. Yet, she could not hold back the small smile hovering on her lips.
"It's about time, Demon Prince," Evanna grinned back, and the prince shook his head. The princess knew the nickname was only whispered about, much like his nickname when he was younger. But they were close enough now to mock and jest at such things, although the darkness emanating from his being did seem to add to this certain nickname. It made Evanna wonder if he used his powers on top of his skills in fighting against his enemies.
She internally shook her head; even though he was starting to look older, had grown taller and broader, the prince was still that annoying boy she punched in the face upon their first introduction.
