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said. “Do you want to be even more useful, Sarto?”
    “Yes, of course,” the man stuttered. “Whatever you wish, my Prince.”
    Despite Reim’s joking, he didn’t mind being called by his title. As long as the rookie didn’t call him that when they reached their destination, everything was fine.
    The Raider Prince bared his teeth in a wild grin. “Don’t be afraid now, I have a plan. How would you like to be me?”
 

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Violet was feeling a strange mixture of excitement and nausea.
    Excitement, because the guests of the tournament – spectators, honor guests, former winners, young warriors looking to see what a tournament might hold for them, her fellow prizes, of course, and the champions – were arriving slowly, damnably slowly.
    Oh, the champions indeed.
    She was feeling nauseous because she had barely eaten or slept in the last week. Despite what Irmela thought, she really wasn’t doing it on purpose. The Raider Prince’s name alone had robbed her of her appetite and the need for sleep all at once.
    My eyes will go puffy just from trying to see it all , she thought. Can’t miss it. Can’t miss anyone, I mean. Can’t miss HIM.
    As the days went by, her family reacted to the upcoming event exactly as she’d thought they would. Lavie was overwhelmed and Marelle even more quiet than usual. The Overlord was too busy to really be seen, but his face was grim. Irmela got more sarcastic by the day and Violet… well, she was sizing up the competition – both on the arena and in the prize pool.
    All the calayas had arrived and, so far, they were all in hiding. The revealing was to be the main attraction and the beginning of the tournament. But, as a prize herself, Violet had, of course, met them all. She liked Pearl, who had short fiery hair and pierced ears and who she considered to be her only rival. The gems in her ears made her truly look like a jewel and she had a temper just like Violet‘s. All the rest were a backdrop to them, of that she was certain. The only one she wasn’t so sure about was Olive, who no one had really seen. She kept herself covered, even from the others, but Violet had caught the flash of her dark caramel skin and impossibly deep black eyes. As much as she could tell, Olive was the prettiest of them by any objective opinion, but looks weren’t everything. She bored Violet to tears.
    The Overlord ruled over his fiefdom with an iron fist, but he was prepared to give in to the young calayas in some matters. Especially when he didn’t only have to deal with his own three daughters, but the other four girls as well. He’d wanted a big tournament (despite Violet silently suspecting that her father merely wanted to boast his daughters getting picked over four others).
    After pleading and reasoning and a few strategically fallen tears, Violet had convinced him to put up the gates. Every visitor and champion had to pass under the great gate, so the calayas could see them from their balcony overlooking it. The other girls were thrilled. Maige even applauded. Lavie probably would have, but Violet knew her sister had expected as much from her.
    That morning, Violet was the first to arrive at the balcony as usual. The spaceports had kept the night arrivals at bay until they could enter the huge arena in daylight. The sky above them was littered with ships standing at high anchor. The orbital ports were brimming and many from further away had opted to take the land route with their quick private hoverpods. Irmela had told them that everybody was coming. And she meant everybody . Luckily, the Overlord had figured as much and chosen an arena that could house them all.
    Pearl skipped saying hello and went straight for: “The Prince is coming. They say Beren docked at Alpha last night.”
    “I know,” Violet said dreamily, doing her best to ignore the way her heart sped up. “Irmela told me. I swear I had to drag it out of her with pliers. She hates me.”
    “Nah,” Pearl