It turned out that the Queen wanted Duke back home too, after six years of exile in the Shadow Wastelands.
After reading about the hell that was the Shadow Wastelands, I had thought myself foolish—and the people of the community too—for believing that the Queen would ever send her beloved son there.
It was just impossible. This institution right here had been the better option.
Duke was now level-headed and rarely played with girls, not even when they threw themselves at him for free.
I have more important things to concentrate on, he would say whenever I asked him why he wouldn't just live freely. And when I tried to find out what had his attention, it was always the gym and books.
Duke was a voracious reader, even more than me, but then, that was one of the perks of this school—making you hungry for knowledge.
