CHAPTER SIX
I was in a beautiful hell. That was what it felt like to be half-dragged through the pristine paths and the beautiful gardens. Trees of every shape and leaf size shaded us as I was led by the guards to the hall mentioned by the king.
And a king. I never expected to meet one but he certainly pulled off the imperious nature of one. And that ‘prince’ the scrawny Pampir talked so badly to. If anyone was to be my jailer I was glad it was him. Still, I was going to be placed in a jail and the thought sank my heart into my stomach.
The guards guided me through the maze of buildings, walls, and paths to a simple archway. The arch led into a small garden of grass on either side with a white-barked tree on our left. The small plain path led to a porch attached to a building so
