AUTHOR'S POV

Dylan wiped sweat from his forehead as he sneaked quietly through the tall trees near the back garden of the Blackmoon castle.

Despite the fact that the day was cold, his body felt hot with rage. It has been that way since what happened.

Ever since the guards dragged him out of the deep cellars, he had been hiding in the dark corners of the fortress. He's embarrassed to show his face to anyone.

He keeps wondering what people would say if they see him again— that despite being the King's youngest son, he was still sent to that place worse than a dungeon like a slave?

The...