Prince Alexander trudged the long path, his eyes squinted against the steadily rising sun. He had wasted too much time trying to think up a reason why anyone would impersonate him, considering how mortal a sin that was.
But to impersonate him and abduct Lady Sophia seemed like all a plot. Could the killer from the grand palace followed them here?
He swallowed, his fists tightening as he followed the long trail.
Two soldiers walked behind him, looking for any clues they could find. None of them had come up with anything yet, and he decided to continue on his way to the house of thorns.
The house of thorns was an olden punishment room for the defaulting slaves, or the ones caught trying to run away, traitors and soldoers who fled the battle field. It held some of the worst torture devic
