It was finally the day of the Princess' visit and she should be arriving in a few hours time. But right now, Albert was currently sweating buckets as he waited in a spacious room filled with furniture that are probably worth more than his house.
He also looked at the carpet, that was now filled with dirt. Dirty footprints, to be exact.
Maybe I should have washed the special prisoner first before escorting him inside the castle? Albert thought.
But it was too late now. He could only sigh as he looked at the special prisoner, who was just standing a few meters beside him.
He also wondered how he was able to even move the special prisoner. He remembered the events that transpired the other day, and he now knew fairly well the strength of the special prisoner. If the special prisoner did not comply, who in the castle would be able to stop him?