Oliver's heart raced, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as panic threatened to overwhelm him. His mind became a whirlwind of possibilities, each scenario more dire than the last. "This is bad," he muttered to himself, trying to steady his thoughts. "We don't have many options. If Cedric fights them, he'll be branded an enemy of the country. But I doubt they can hurt him either. Our best chance is if we all run; that would be the highest chance of success to escape. But the problem with that plan is Dark Cedric—I can't predict what he will do…"
Taking a deep breath, Oliver attempted to regain his composure, his trembling hands clasping together as he tried to calm himself. "Well, we are on important business and can't be held up, you see," he said with a hint of determination. "So we will just be on our way…"
Elena tilted her head in confusion, her emerald eyes searching for answers. "Sorry, but the King demanded we bring Cedric Montclair to him as soon as possible."
