Springton.
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There was no way out.
For Theodore anyway. He had come all the way to the Castle of Fire and now he was about to get burnt body and bone or sliced through the heart by a sword of an a castle guard or two.
The seconds ticked and he could only wonder if the next would be his last as the guards continue to watch his every move, swords in trembling hands as they prepare to carry out the orders of their king. Capture or kill.
"Surrender your weapon" a guard spoke as he dared take a step toward where Theodore and Alice had been previously conversing. He seemed to be about the same size and height of the prince of the Firseria but was definitely some years older.
"What do you think you are doing?" Alice asked, her voice firm and commanding respect.
