Still he wondered just how many other men she had involved and employed in her schemes to destroy the prince's current relationship but still he also planned to be present to watch the farce of a wedding unfold, with Princess Lucinda around it was bound to be nothing but drama.
A ray of sunshine poked through the tent; its heat smacked Prince Juval in the face waking him up instantly. Bloody hell, just what was in the wine he drank last night. His head felt like a million horses played football with it.
Sleepily, he brushed away his golden locks that became tangled after escaping the single plait he normally did to keep it out of the way. He could hear the birds cawing outside a reminder of the splendid hunt they had.
The cause for last night's celebration was bring down a feral wolf that been terrorizing the local villagers. It became an immense problem for the villagers when it graduated from stealing farm animals like chicken and sheep and moving on to attacking children.
