Notes

"You do not have to do this, there are easier options-" started Jasper, anxiety boiling in his stomach. His hands were clammy and his forehead felt much warmer. His mud brown hair was drenched with rain. The air around him felt much colder for he was a citizen Dryghtlands where it never rained and the temperature was never below the warmth of a fireplace. "Your Majesty, a minute of your time, just a minute. Hear us out, I beg."

He and Milo were forced to walk on, the latter refusing to say a word to defend them. Milo's smooth golden-blonde hair glinted under the sun that passed through the open windows. Jasper kept finding that he was turning to Milo every single second an unfamiliar noise startled him. It was his duty to keep the Prince of Rainwelle safe from all harm.

The two continued to follow the King of Ayrweather through the twisting halls. At this point, Jasper couldn't remember the lefts and the rights they had taken. He had already pushed the Ayrweatheran King enough with his request for temporary hospitality. The King was not their ally. He was not cruel, he did not abuse his majestic powers but was not their ally. So therefore, he could not be trusted.

His disgusted glances towards him and glares at the young Prince. The constant glowering didn't seem to bother the Rainwellen Prince but it certainly put Jasper on edge.The King's distrust

The Prince showed none of it, Jasper knew Milo undoubtedly felt his worry. Their mission, which was their first and only chance to prove themselves, was at jeopardy.

Jasper ran like the