The Prince’s sudden anger made everyone step back, fear and surprise on every face. Then, one of the older men stepped up, standing in front of Cassandra.
“Young Lady, if I may…”
He leaned in to observe the collar, and Cassandra held her long hair out of the way. She could feel the old blacksmith’s hands examining the collar, checking the system and metal. After a while, he stood up and turned to the Prince.
“It won’t be easy, My Lord. Those things have really precise systems.”
“Can you do it or not?”
“We can try, but...this type of lock isn’t made to simply be undone, Commander.”
He turned to one of his colleagues, who nodded and examined Cassandra’s collar too, but this time he used some tools. She could hear the mechanism at work, and her heart suddenly beat faster. Could they
