The turret was crowded in a line of candidates wanting to attempt the parapet crossing into the War College. My back was against the stone edge of the top, watching each one tell their names to the second year, who etched their name into the role. A quiet scoff left me, only for my dark gaze to lock onto a familiar face. The King's child, the heir. I walk forward, grabbing the candidate's arm and pulling them to the side. "What in God's name, are you doing here your highness?" I hiss out.
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