Two guards came to either side of me. Before they could grasp my arms, I told them, “Don’t touch me. I have legs, and I can walk on my own.”
They glanced at the king, and he waved his hand, allowing the guards to respect my request. As a result, one of them nodded to me, showing me the way while the other followed behind, keeping a close watch.
I kept my head down but I constantly shifted my eyes from side to side, looking at my surroundings, memorizing my way through the palace to the dungeon.
I caught sight of several paintings on the wall that stuck out, embedding them in my mind.
When we got to an entrance leading to a tunnel going underground, the pitch black pathway had me stop for a moment. One of the guards pushed me onto the stairs.
“Hey!”
“Just keep going. You’ll be where you belong soon enough,” he growled.