The escape from the cell where Heon was imprisoned was not easy. As Azran suspected from the beginning.
On the other side of the palace, where her close acquaintance she knew from back then – Aaric Langhorne, the apprentice and werewolf – Tero Paledust, and the Leader of Holy Hufaz Temple – Azaleh Haust, should be waiting, a teenage boy with an impassive face stood with puffed chest.
"I see. You've chosen the wrong side, my dear sister." The teenage boy said, a crooked grin appeared a moment later. "Don't say I didn't warn you when I bring your back-stabber self before mother's feet."
Azran glanced at the girl who helped her with Heon. If he called the Princess of Bahran Pasai as his sister, that meant he was the current Crown Prince – Sayeth Basha. The youngest in the ruling family, as well as the cruellest, if words in the street were supposed to be believed.
