Thirty Two
We all stood there and no one dared to move even just an inch. As I look at the palace's guards, a familiar fear crept through me. What if they are the same people who attacked us and nearly killed Darius? They may be dressed differently but I don't think I coukd trust anyone anymore. "This is by the King's Order, Prince Darius. We don't want to hurt you or anyone but we will do anything to grant our order." "You have to come with us." "How can I be sure that you are really from Persia?" I shouted. One of them, which I think is the head guard pulled out something from his pocket revealing to us as golden carved crest. "The king knew you wouldn't have believed us right away, this is the King's crest." "I know what that is." Darius said. I looked at him with asking eyes. He is the on
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