Below is a conversation between Jorg and his new bride.

"The Prince of Arrow has a much bigger army than you," Miana said. No "Your Highness" no "My Lord."

"Yes, he does." I kept waving to the crowd, the big smile on my face.

"He's going to win, isn't he?" she said. She looked twelve but she didn't sound twelve.

"How old are you?" I asked, a quick glance down at her, still waving.

"Twelve."

Damn.

Author: Mark Lawrence

Below is a conversation between Jorg and his new bride.<br /><br />"The Prince of Arrow has a much bigger army than you," Miana said. No "Your Highness" no "My Lord."<br /><br />"Yes, he does." I kept waving to the crowd, the big smile on my face.<br /><br />"He's going to win, isn't he?" she said. She looked twelve but she didn't sound twelve.<br /><br />"How old are you?" I asked, a quick glance down at her, still waving.<br /><br />"Twelve."<br /><br />Damn. - Mark Lawrence



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