Edgar and Quentin finally arrived at Calden Castle on their horses. One of the soldiers brought a horse for Quentin just as Sera used his horse to return home first.
The castle gates opened with the soldiers bowing, saluting Edgar and Quentin.
Edgar dismounted, as did Quentin. However, their intentions were different this time.
Edgar was seen walking in accompanied by Sir Colton to discuss the policy of taking care of Lady Sera at Calden Castle.
"Isn't there still a chamber available on the fourth floor?" asked Edgar.
"Yes, My Lord," Sir Colton explained.
"Then keep her there. We must care for her as we care for our children," Edgar insisted.
"Very well. I will order the servants to begin taking care of her, My Lord," replied Colton.
Realizing Quentin was not following him made Edgar curious. The leader of House Helferich turned his head to the side, asking Colton about Quentin's whereabouts.
"Prince Quentin is likely visiting him, My Lord," Colton stated, informing Edgar cautiously.
Edgar cleared his throat. He was indeed imprisoned in the dungeon of Calden Castle, the most valuable person Quentin had managed to capture.
"Alright. Make sure Prince Quentin doesn't do anything bad to Alexander," Edgar replied.
"Fine, My Lord."
A different place with Lord Edgar. Prince Quentin finally arrived at the door of Calden Castle's dungeon.
It was not designated as a public prison but rather a prison for political prisoners opposed to House Helferich.
Two guards in armor stood guard outside the prison door. Seeing Quentin's arrival made them immediately open the door.
The door opened, and dozens of stairs were displayed before Quentin. He picked up a lit torch on the prison wall and stepped down while holding it.
'I wonder if he'll tell me everything?' asked Dylan silently.
Arriving at the last step of the stairs, Dylan's eyes turned to one side, seeing three iron cells with different rooms separated by a strong stone wall.
The first cell was occupied by House Helferich's political prisoners, two of Edgar's former advisors. The second cell was occupied by Prince Alexander, while the third cell was empty.
"You are a ruthless man! Imprisoning and torturing your own brother-in-law!" snapped Eram, Edgar's former advisor who was allegedly in conspiracy with Reingard.
"Should I cut out your tongue?" threatened Quentin, turning his head to the side to look at Eram seriously.
The advisor fell silent, with both eyes staring intently at Quentin. Eram had not expected Quentin to act in such a cruel manner, unlike what Eram remembered before.
"Then cut out my tongue so you cannot get any information from me!" declared Alexander.
Quentin's attention was diverted forward, walking towards the iron bars of the second cell. The stench of urine and feces wafted through the room, causing Quentin to cover his nose.
"Father would be furious to see you soaking in your own urine and feces," Quentin joked.
"At least I keep my secrets from traitors like you," Alexander retorted.
"So, you have a secret you're hiding from me, huh?" Quentin asked.
Alexander clucked his tongue in annoyance, looking the other way to not continue staring at Quentin in front of his iron bars.
"I'm going to ask you directly. Who was the main culprit in Queen Catherine's assassination?!" asked Quentin sternly.
King Otto's second prince fell silent, closed his eyes, and let Quentin ask further questions until he was bored.
"Were you involved in the plot to assassinate Queen Catherine?" Quentin asked again, but Alexander still didn't respond.
"Are you willing to give up your position as second prince to me?" Quentin asked Alexander one last time.
"You know, I have the answers to all of your questions," Alexander replied, smiling a grin with his eyes open as he stared at the bars.
Alexander stood tall, walking over to Quentin until the tall body of the second prince of Athalaris was clearly displayed before Quentin.
The man vulgarly pulled down his pants and displayed his cock before Quentin, moving it side to side, up and down.
"Suck my cock, you bastard!" raged Alexander.
Also, Alexander spat rotten spit in Quentin's face, startling Third Prince Athalaris and instantly furious.
"That's really impolite, disgraceful behavior a prince shouldn't show!" asserted Quentin, taking a handkerchief and wiping Alexander's spit on Quentin's face.
"How many women have you fucked?" asked Quentin.
"Pretty a lot. You won't even match my record, coward!" responded Alexander.
Quentin nodded several times, turned his body around, and stepped closer to a table. Right above the table, there were various torture instruments that were effective for harsh interrogation.
"Looks like you're quite fond of your cock. How about we take that thing away from you!" threatened Quentin, picking up a kitchen knife and pointing it at Alexander.
Alexander's face turned pale. He pulled up his pants and walked backward until he reached the cell wall.
"You've lost your mind! Do you want to cut him?" asked Eram harshly.
"That's right. After him, next you two!" threatened Quentin, pointing towards the first cell where the two men were frozen in fear at Quentin's threat.
Realizing Quentin meant to castrate him made Alexander start to show a different side, a side full of fear and anxiety.
"I-I beg you, Prince Quentin. Don't do that to me," Alexander pleaded, kneeling down to beg.
The door to the cell began to open. Quentin walked into the second cell where Alexander was being kept. Now, Quentin was entirely in front of Alexander, who trembled with fear.
BUGH!
Quentin kicked Alexander hard in the stomach, causing him to fall over with a groan of pain, sprawled out on the filthy, muddy cell floor.
"Say goodbye to this filthy piece of shit!" snapped Quentin.
Just as Prince Quentin was about to castrate Alexander, a stern voice came from behind. The voice called out to Quentin to stop his actions.
"Who dares forbid me?!" insisted Quentin, turning his body and seeing Sir Colton coming with two armored soldiers.
"This is an order from Lord Edgar. You must treat Prince Alexander well," stated Sir Colton.
"Treat him well? He doesn't answer any of my questions when he has answers for them," Quentin snapped, crouching before Alexander.
"If you cut off his cock, he'll bleed heavily and potentially die. You don't want that happening, do you?" asked Sir Colton.
"You don't need to feel rushed about any of this. Let time take care of your mess," Sir Colton continued.
What Sir Colton said went through Quentin's mind. Alexander would need extra care because of the wounds he had received.
That treatment would probably lead to Alexander's death, even though Quentin still needed him for his plans to take the throne.
Quentin fell silent momentarily, then laughed out loud with his right hand still gripping the kitchen knife tightly, "How lucky you are, Alexander. Your cock was saved by Sir Colton."
"But I'm not leaving without a souvenir!" snapped Quentin.
SLASH!
Quentin swung the kitchen knife with all his might and cut Alexander's right hand, making Alexander scream out loud as his eyes fell on his cut hand, looking full of pain and agony.
"Prince Quentin!" insisted Sir Colton.
Quentin stood up from his crouched position, walking out of the second cell to approach the wooden table with the torture instruments on it.
"You'll find it easy to take care of, won't you?" asked Quentin.
Sir Colton turned his head to the right side, looking at one of his soldiers to rush out for a nurse. Sir Colton pulled Quentin's hand roughly, angrily pointing at the third prince's face.
"You've disregarded Lord Edgar's orders!" Colton insisted.
"Do you have a problem with me? This is my business. My war!" snapped Quentin.
"The war you've initiated will not be good for the people of the Lanercoast," Colton retorted firmly.
"At least I did something to bring back Helferich's honor. What have you done all this time except stick your nose up my uncle's ass, Sir Colton?" asked Quentin sternly.
"I warned you, Prince Quentin," threatened Sir Colton.
Quentin didn't care. He stormed out of the dungeon room with an irritated heart, never expecting him to have an enemy within Helferich itself.
If Colton had felt how Quentin suffered during his time in Castlebourne, he would have agreed with what Quentin did.
Arriving outside the dungeon, Quentin sighed softly while taking a deep breath. He raised both eyes upwards, looking at the clear, cloudy sky.
'I must kill him,' Quentin thought to himself.