The Prince tore through vines like wool, thorn like thread, and when he reached the keep, where a candle flicked once before it died within the only gap along the stone, he halted for the first time since he realised that nothing but forest stood between him and the fort. The guards behind him, loyal as always to the point of madness, stopped too
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But i digress, this was wonderful, my only wish was that there was more.
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