Trusting A Demon

"That won't be necessary," Aldric snapped, his patience wearing thin. "I'll bring her to the palace myself. "

The officer remained unfazed, shaking his head slowly. "You know the rules, Prince Aldric. You're bound from entering the palace unless summoned. But in case it comforts you, then you should know that tomorrow is the death duel—the only time you can enter the palace without restrictions."

The comment only seemed to fuel Aldric's anger. His breath came in short, sharp bursts as he closed the distance between himself and the officer. His intentions were clear. "You think I care about your rules? I'll—"

"Woah, Woah, Woah, " Issac said, stepping between Aldric and the officer. He placed a firm hand on Aldric's chest, pushing him back gently but firmly. "Easy, my prince," he continued, his voice low and steady. "This isn't the way."