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Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, I wonder where the prince is?
Up a tree, as it turns out. And Spring hasn't exactly come, seeing as it's...February. But the lanky, fourteen-year-old heir to the High Kingship is in a tree.
Reading.
Or, as his brother would put it, hiding.
Whatever.
Up a tree, as it turns out. And Spring hasn't exactly come, seeing as it's...February. But the lanky, fourteen-year-old heir to the High Kingship is in a tree.
Reading.
Or, as his brother would put it, hiding.
Whatever.