The first guard steps forward and scans me head to toe with disgust in his eyes, and I’m sure it’s not totally due to the mud that’s caked all over my body.
“I still don’t believe a word that comes out of your deceitful little mouth,” he mutters under his breath, “But your father will want to hear what you have to say. If we find out that you’re lying, I will personally make sure that you spend the rest of your days locked in that tower… or maybe…” he scratches his stubbled chin thoughtfully, “... maybe the dungeon would be a better fit.”
A tingling sensation of fear courses over my body. What have I done? I should’ve run when I had the chance.
“I swear to you,” I breathe, putting on the most pathetic show I can muster, complete with tears and snot, “I swear, I’m telling the truth! Fea
