"What have they been saying, commander?" Henry asked hesitantly.
The younger knight racked his brain for all the things it could possibly be. Had people seen him with the princess that night? Perhaps they knew she had snuck out of the palace to see someone.
His mind wandered further. The connection between him and the book. Had someone else made the connection that it was written about him? There wasn't a noble besides the princess who knew Henry well enough to be able to tell that the book was about him.
He knew the princess wouldn't reveal that information herself, or at least he hoped.
Though Henry's expression told the commander that he might have an inkling about what had been going on, he didn't know the full extent.
"Did you know there's a book being passed around that some believe was written about you?" the commander asked. "A peasant turned knight named Harry. It seems too close to the truth to be a coincidence."
