The guards had taken my sword from me when I was captured. I had no idea where it was, but I desperately needed it if I was going to lead a rebellion. I looked at Simon who sat across from me, "Do you know where my sword went?"
He answered casually, "Of course. It is locked up in the armory."
My face lit up in excitement. Perfect! I will be able to get it back!
He continued, "Do not even think about getting it. It is heavily guarded and my father would never let you have a weapon at your side."
I deflated in defeat. Why did I think I could even get it back? D*mn. That was the sword that Dante specifically made for me. He even carved that romantic message on the side.
Simon tussled my hair, "Don't pout. We are back now, so don't forget to smile unless you want others doubting us."
