I was so scared but he wiped away all of my tears. The last thing I saw was his caring face before I fell asleep. I did not have any dreams or nightmares yet I felt warm and safe.
Loud thundering footsteps jolted us awake as ten armored guards came into the room.
"As your prince, I command you to tell me what's going on!" He said as they yanked me off the bed.
"By order of the king, this boy has been accused of practicing witchcraft and seducing multiple members of the castle." One of the guards said as they held a sword to my neck. "He is to go to the dungeon to await trial and death."
Grant tried to stop them but they held him down. They did not care about the bruises or my broken hand as they dragged me to the tower. The cell had only one barred window, a bucket, and a thin blanket. With how dirty the cell was, I was sure that I would die from infection before my trial.
