Chapter One
This is a very rough version of the idea of the first chapter. There are no historical references is it yet (however for the first third of the book there wont be; it will be more of background information). I just wanted to throw something out there to get over my fear of it being bad.
Harry could feel the hooves that followed him pounding on the treacherous terrain in the very core of his heart. He knew that every step the horseman took closer to him was one less step he had. The young prince’s stockings were torn with thorns poking through. Never in his life did he have to run for anything, much less his freedom. He was one of the most powerful men in all of Lockerbie, and probably Europe. He saw his fate dwindling down as the night closed around him and ……….