The walk to the cell that Vincent resided in was shorter than I had first expected. I watched in silence as the prince nodded towards the two guards that stood outside the cell, both stepping to the side for their master. Why couldn't I be that obedient, why did I have to be so strong minded? We entered at a deadly timid pace, both I and Silas not knowing what to expect. Yet, there he was, laid watching the door, his features coated in agony.
A new determination hit me, I had to save him, I couldn’t allow him to die.
Vincent smiled weakly, “Luna, you are alright.”
“As much as being a slave allows.” I responded, aware of the prince’s growl of annoyance.
Silas placed me onto the ground gently, though I knew he did not want to let me go, I knew he was still unsure about this. He wanted
