"Then clearly they're going about these interviews all wrong." Adam tensed his jaw, glancing up to find the prince staring at him. Adam stared back, unwilling to yield to anyone, prince or no. He didn't want to be rude, but he wasn't about to dance for some royal prick.

Starving and dressed in rags, with a fading bruise on his cheek, Adam held the prince's gaze with ferocious pride.