It was the prince.
"Your Highness." Gwen saluted, bowing low.
"I do not believe we have been properly introduced. Brand Williams." He said.
"Gwen Fitzgerald, Your Highness." She replied, bowing again.
"Highness," he whispered, his right eye blinking. "I very much prefer to be called Brand."
Gwen blinked, confused. How could he ask her to address him in such a manner? "I could never call you that."
"It is my given name. The king calls me by it."
"He is your brother. I am not." The prince's right eyebrow hitched. Gwen quickly reprimanded herself. "Forgive me. I meant to say, I am not the king." She corrected.
Was the prince looking to stir up trouble? Alexander had asked her to call him by his given name, and months later, she had been brought to the castle against her will. What would the prince demand if she obeyed him? She was not curious enough to find out.
