Randin grumbled. He sat in his room alone with his feet on a dark-wood desk, leaning back in his chair. He stared at the ceiling. How did this all happen? Randin was the older prince in the family, yet, his father's dying wish was to make Rowan king. It had infuriated Randin.
But that was years ago. Now Randin could be found in his soldiers' barrack, sharing the cramped room with them. Sure, he was a prince, but only by blood. He no longer had a right to the title. Rowan had banished him. Rowan said Randin was too dangerous. He sent Randin away with his most loyal. So Here they were. All 400 soldiers and one banished prince.
But that was years ago. Now Randin could be found in his soldiers' barrack, sharing the cramped room with them. Sure, he was a prince, but only by blood. He no longer had a right to the title. Rowan had banished him. Rowan said Randin was too dangerous. He sent Randin away with his most loyal. So Here they were. All 400 soldiers and one banished prince.