Aira.
Alfred immediately schooled his features, turning to the limp form of the king on the ground. "Help me get the king to safety. Lord Mortis plans to kill him once he returns," I said, and they seemed torn.
"How are we supposed to do that? There are soldiers everywhere already," Alfred asked, his voice laced with concern.
I thought fast, my heart racing in my chest. Eyes widening slightly as a thought struck me, I turned to Alfred. "The castle has hidden hallways," I explained, my voice low and urgent. "If we take them, they lead to the West Wing gardens. We could escape from there." I said, and Alfred nodded, his expression grim.
I tried to lift the king, but stopped as he was too heavy and I was too weak. My legs trembled beneath me, and my arms felt like lead. "Could you carry
