Jennifer A. Nielsen, The Runaway King

Is it true?” Devlin asked me. “You’re Prince Jaron?””KING Jaron, actually. News must travel slower amongst the illiterate.” I glared at Gregor with every inch of disdain I felt. “Shouldn’t you be groveling to me or bowing or something?” Gregor smiled. “I think before I have the chance, you will already be dead.””Ah. So much for all your toasts to my long life.

Jennifer A. Nielsen, The Runaway King

Is it true?” Devlin asked me. “You’re Prince Jaron?””KING Jaron, actually. News must travel slower amongst the illiterate.” I glared at Gregor with every inch of disdain I felt. “Shouldn’t you be groveling to me or bowing or something?” Gregor smiled. “I think before I have the chance, you will already be dead.””Ah. So much for all your toasts to my long life.

Jennifer A. Nielsen, The Runaway King

Is it true?” Devlin asked me. “You’re Prince Jaron?””KING Jaron, actually. News must travel slower amongst the illiterate.” I glared at Gregor with every inch of disdain I felt. “Shouldn’t you be groveling to me or bowing or something?” Gregor smiled. “I think before I have the chance, you will already be dead.””Ah. So much for all your toasts to my long life.