"Let go of me," I cried out, struggling as Lord Cardis brought me back to the palace. I fell against the massive wooden door, continuing to hit the surface, demanding to open it.
"Cut it," Arendt said from the other side of the door. "If you wish to leave, sit back in the room quietly and wait for my return," he said, almost whispering.
I paused hearing that. There was no way that a machiavellian butler would betray Lord Cardis and let me leave. However, protesting was not going to change my situation either. Hence, I decided to wait for his call.
To my surprise, Arendt did not lie. In the evening, I heard a light knock at my door.
"The door is locked from the outside. Why the heck are you knocking?" I asked flatly.
I heard a click and the door unlocked shortly. Arendt was waiting outside calmly.
"What made you betray your Lord after thousands of years?" I asked, staring at him skeptically. "Or perhaps you planned to avenge your near death from earlier?" I asked.
