PRINCESS ESABEL, LADY OF HOUSE PIERRAN was the least person a troll would mistake for an enemy. She was human, yes! But she wore no glinting armor, neither did she wield any sword or spear. Even the dumbest troll couldn't mistake her for a Knight. She was as ladylike as a Lady en route to a Royal Ball. Yet...
Her ocean-blue eyes widened in the seconds her head was lifted. She barely took a breath but her heart hammered like a rabbit cornered by a tiger. In all her sixteen summers, Esabel had never witnessed a duel save the horror at the sands she was forced to watch as Crown Princess.
She had never lifted her hand to so much as grab a dagger, but staring at the beast descending on her with as much fury as a scorned demon, she was certain the tightness in her belly must be what soldiers felt as they marched out to war.
