As Ivan made his way down the dark hallways towards the prison cell, he hated himself for that ridiculous comment he had made all those years ago. If he hand not egged his son on to fall for the princess, a lot of what was going on would have been avoided.
Now the princess was dead, he and his friend Gareth had drifted apart, and his son, oh his poor Jacob, he was...
Ivan grabbed the bars of the prison cell as his eyes widened at the interior of the cage in which his son was once held, his circled orbs unable to see his son within, and immediately sending him into a panic.
In Jacob's place, were tatters of the garment he once wore. Ivan's eyes searched the cell frantically and noticed that Maxim had all but disappeared as well, leaving his own shredded garments scattered all over the cell.
What had happened?! Had they escaped? Had someone broken in? Where on earth was his son?!