An early draft of a future story.

There is no respect for a prince that shows the slightest hint of weakness.

My monsters however, don't care.

They wait, watching for the flickers of fire, the flash of a blade, the warmth of a person stepping to close, then they strike.

My uncle thinks I have beaten my monsters. He thinks that the pains of the past have dulled to a quiet throb.

But no one can beat my monsters.

My only hope for respect is to stop the monsters that he can see. The Shaw Cancor, spider-wolf hybrids that destroy the herds, and villages. Monsters not even the soldiers can stop. Monsters I have promised to stay far, far away from.

Why do the Shaw Cancor roam our forests?

Who is the strange healer, and what is his connection to Galen, a young stable boy that hides more secrets than I can count?

What does the strange glow of my eyes mean?

What does one do when a certain princess finally becomes interested in them?

Why have I become the target for assassination?

How do I survive long enough to become king?

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