Chapter 14: Testing, Part 1
It was Prince Håkon who came for him the next morning. He was one of the most notorious of the Princesthe small, pretty, piskie-like brat prince who had been presumed dead after he had been lost at sea. He was married to the Duke of Stehlmore, part of the ruling family of the Reach of the North.
Raffé finished pulling on his tunic and belting it into place, combing fingers awkwardly through his hair, painfully aware that he must look quite plain and boring beside such a tempestuous figure. "Merry morning."
"Mornings are never merry," Håkon replied and stepped further into the room. "Telmé says you're to be tested today, and lucky us, you get me." He smiled, sharp points of his fangs gleaming. Raffé had still not grown used to his own, though his body seemed accustomed to them. It was beyond strange to have teeth that moved, though he was grateful they did because he did not know how anyone would manage with such long teeth permanently extended. "Are you ready?"