He stamped his muddy boots on the threshold. He pushed the door open to warmth and light from the rain. His clothes stuck to him like a second skin. They rubbed against him as he walked to the fire. Soon the fire brought a flush to his cold body. The inn keeper yelled he would be with him in a moment over the din. The man lowered his head letting his firey curls that went to his shoulders hide his noble and handsome face. Into the corner he retreated. The shadows cloaked him, stroked him, hid him from the glinting of malicious eyes. From where he sat his green eyes saw everything the inn keeper scurring like a drunken ant, chatting women, drunk men, but none knew who he was. But he wasn’t complaining not while his younger brother was seeking to kill him. Just for his throne and his love. Prince Edward and Princess Vaine sworn from birth to marry. Edward’s younger brother Ector was a dark mage. While he was a light mage. Both sworn enemies, both so alike. Both wanted the dark beauty, Vaine…