I reluctantly gave in as I knew they had to obey the law. I just couldn't digest that I, a law-abiding citizen or even a foreigner, would end up spending my days in a dark prison cell.
"We will take the both of you to the Palace of Jewels, where the king currently resides," addressed Sir Darius to me. "Your "uncle", shall we say, has been found guilty of keeping a foreigner for we have all records and pieces of evidence against him. And even if we don't, the whole town knows that you never existed in this place with the proof we have found."
I tried to protest at the tailor having to be arrested when it was wholly my fault, or rather my ill-fated life's fault, for appearing in this kingdom out of "nowhere", as that would be the only thing that made sense to anyone in this land or any other place for that matter.
