The boy who looked exactly like the queen when he was young looked at her with big blue eyes filled with fear. Just one more word and his son with the queen would have cried. Aelark slowly lowered his son to the ground.
"What are you doing in the garden this early in the morning, Prince Miller?" asked Aelark. He crouched down, flicking at the dried leaves that clung to Prince Miller's nightwear.
Prince Miller's nose was red, his eyes were glazed over, and he was barefoot at the moment. The grass in the garden was wet with dew. Although the season had changed from cold to spring, the mornings were still quite cold at this time.
Prince Miler seemed unwilling to give an answer. Perhaps he was afraid to answer Aelark's questions. He had treated Prince Miller very badly when he was unconscious.
Knowing that his son had the same prejudice against his that Alexandra, his wife, had, Aelark crouched down to look into Prince Miller's beautiful blue eyes.
