Aldric knew something was wrong the moment the heavy door to his cell creaked open. He tensed, his instincts screaming that danger was near.
The air was full of tension, footsteps
echoing ominously off the stone walls. Five Fae males, their expressions hard as granite, strode in with purpose. Aldric's heart began to race. These weren't mere guards—they were warriors, battle-hardened and dangerous.
What has my father agreed to? The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, leaving him momentarily stunned.
King Oberon had kept him alive despite everything, and Aldric had taken some comfort in the fact that his father wouldn't execute him. He had even begun to relax, confident that his cell was the safest place in the kingdom with the ongoing chaos. But now, seeing the determined looks on these warriors' faces, doubt crept in.
