Chapter forty two: I can't wait to go home.
King Alexander found his situation funny to say the least. He was a king in a pauper's clothes committing the very act of treason to rescue a girl he doesn't even know or like. It was like it was his duty and when had he ever done it out of love.
The king and his three knights took the camp's prison by night through a hidden tunnel. He might have the perfect night vision because of his wolf but Alexander still had to tell his Knights where and where not to step on. It was tedious and he was not a very patient man.
By now the kingdom of Trale was on high alert for possible intruders. The prison was heavily guarded by seven of King's Knights at least. They came out of the tunnel right above them and the plan was to sneak in and out without causing much havoc.
