These were the rules, and they had to be followed.
In James's mind, the moment Kronos set foot in Stoneheart, he should have been free to do as he pleased. But years spent by the prince's side in the human kingdoms had taught him a great deal. He had come to believe that the protocol Princess Ava had laid out was correct. As a prince of the Stoneheart Horde, it was time Kronos learned the proper way of things.
"Let's go."
Forgoing his privilege, Kronos queued with James and entered the city on foot. Amidst the SQUEAK of turning wheels, they were hit by the thick, vibrant wave of life that was Stoneheart.
Sunlight spilled across the solid stone slab roads, and the tense, urgent feeling in Kronos's chest suddenly eased. He looked up toward the castle. In his eyes, it was a brilliant, blazing sun, and he could feel the resonance of his own bloodline humming in response to his father's.
