The king stepped up the final steps from the dungeon into the main entrance. "Can someone please explain to me why I was in the dungeon?" He waited for one of the hundred knights following from the stairwell to respond.
Nathan cleared his throat nervously as he found a spot by a wall in which to stand. "M-my lord," he began nervously. "Not myself or any of my guard knew that it was you within the fifty first cell." He finished silently.
The king could stomach many things in the long life he had, but one thing he had never had time for was excuses. How could they truly do their job if they don't check the cells? He thought, completely annoyed.
"So what you're saying is," the king paced the beginning of the double stairway as he focused his attention on Nathan. "Not only have you not seen
