#Chapter 382 - War

It is so, so short a time later when I’m in the back of a transport, racing to the front line of the battle with Jackson and Rafe and Roger by my side. My hands tremble a little as I watch Roger fasten on the earpiece that my father gave him, so that he can use to communicate back to the base. Because dad’s not here – he wanted to come, but sending the King to the front along side the heir and the spare? It just…we decided against it. Dad – he held me for so, so long before he lifted me onto the transport truck. He didn’t say anything – I don’t think he could, not at that moment. But the way he and mom looked as Roger climbed in behind me – their faces pale and serious, their eyes locked on me and my brother. I knew, in my very soul, how much they love us. How they would never, ever send us off to the front like this unless they had to. I clenched my jaw now as I remember it, determined not to cry again. Jackson just gathers me closer into his lap, resting his chin gently on m