He inhaled the chilled spring air, savoring the scent of city exhaust and the taste of a late frost. Normally, he hated this time of year. Spring made him feel anxious, penned up and paranoid. This year...this year, it gave him hope.
It was almost over. Collin was finally coming of age, at least as far as his people were concerned. Soon his brother, the true Winter Lord, could publicly lay claim to his throne. No more secrets. No more charade. No more posturing and threatening, or midnight murders. No more dressing up a common bastard to prance about like a Lord.
He could just be...him.
He could travel. Visit old friends. He'd h
He inhaled the chilled spring air, savoring the scent of city exhaust and the taste of a late frost. Normally, he hated this time of year. Spring made him feel anxious, penned up and paranoid. This year...this year, it gave him hope.
It was almost over. Collin was finally coming of age, at least as far as his people were concerned. Soon his brother, the true Winter Lord, could publicly lay claim to his throne. No more secrets. No more charade. No more posturing and threatening, or midnight murders. No more dressing up a common bastard to prance about like a Lord.
He could just be...him.
He could travel. Visit old friends. He'd h