♦Travon's POV♦
I go quiet at the words of my manservant, a cold chill running down my back.
The Elf had gone eerily quiet after the words slipped out...
My friends are going to get executed.
I grind my teeth together in frustration, how did I not see this coming? I wasn't even told because they didn't feel it was important enough for me to know, there's no way I can stop this by asking or telling them to stop.
I discreetly peek under my bed and find it empty, Elladan has most likely already gone to get them out and knowing them they won't leave me here.
Which means, I have to figure out a way to escape as well, preferably before I get married to an Elf I never loved.
I stiffly get dressed in black pants and knee high boots, the royal color is blue, black and white but my cape is a burgundy red to indicate that I'm a Prince.
