Chapter 83

Prince Ron was at the kitchen exit when he realised Cordin wasn't following. He turned to find Cordin staring at him, mouth agape.

Annoyed, Prince Ron scowled. "Make that two weeks. If you're not in the room before me, I'll make that three."

Prince Ron really wasn't joking.

Cordin held the pot and candles tight then ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Pack horse faeces for three whole weeks? Never!!!

The human servants sighed. They were glad it wasn't them. They wondered what angered the Prince so much though. He had never given such a heavy punishment before.

Prince Ron watched as Cordin ran ahead of him. The Elf had long legs and a slim build so seeing him run was quite funny. He seemed somewhat wiggly. Prince Ron felt a little bad for making the Elf run but it was quite the mood lifter for his chest felt less stuffed.