Ara
“How did you get in here?" Ara said, putting down the dagger. “Your Grace," she then added and nodded her head towards Prince Acheron.
“The entrances weren't really hard to spot," he replied, stepping inside. The Fae followed him, looking around the room nervously. “This is Phillis, the man who saved the castle from burning last night. I need to hide him for a few hours before we leave, and I can't have him in the camp in case they discover he's gone. Can you get him outside with the things you're taking with you?"
Ara stared at Prince Acheron, trying to understand if this was a command or not. The collar tingled ever so slightly at his presence, but she didn't feel the painful tug she had been used to with Count Thorn.
“Yes," she said, snapping out of it. “But you can't stay he
