You will have money, a title and respect.” All it would take was the right plan and a little effort. If men could fall by their own actions, could they not rise by them? Or by the actions of others? I saw no reason why the son of a miller could not become husband to a queen. My parents had been born amidst the highest echelons of society, and fallen far through their mistakes. If he had been of noble birth, I would have thought him the perfect patsy for the princess to marry.īut what had birth to do with nobility? Unlike many of my class, I was not so haughty as to believe that having been born of a noble bloodline was proof the gods favored me above all others. He was handsome but unassuming, and too mild tempered to fight his brothers for his share of the mill. “You should buy me boots because I was sent to help you.” My eyes fell upon the two books beside his pallet, and my memory recalled the words of Julian’s brother, That boy has always gotten above himself. I could not risk the chance that he would flee when he learned I had an ogre for an enemy. I wanted his help-his hands and height and strength. I considered telling him the truth but decided against it. “You should buy me boots because…” I paused, casting about for a good reason. “Why should I be the one to buy your boots? You’re not my cat.
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