Christian's POV

I walk up to the first security post. The guards come out from their respective posts, armed with good guns bow to me, with a slight bend of their head. They greet me and some of them try to introduce themselves to me.

"I'm looking for where Zenia is kept. Please can you help me out?" I ask them, hoping to get my answer from two to five people. The first man I saw while I was coming volunteers to go with me to the cell.

"It's an underground cell, sir." Rather than calling me Your Highness all through, the rule is that after you address me with...