EMRYS' POV
As soon as I left Father's chambers, I headed straight to the dungeon.
"Release Orton this minute," I drawled.
The men who stood guard in the dungeon exchanged confused looks before their gazes landed back on me.
I snarled, "Don't. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself,"
"O-o-okay. Your highness," one of the men stuttered as he fumbled with the keys in his hands.
He unlocked the metallic door after fumbling with it for a while. The guard was about to push the door wide open when I moved closer and banged on the door with my leg.
"You can come out now, Orton," I said.
"Why'd you do that?" Orton asked as he stepped out of the dark smelly cell he was locked up in a few hours ago.
I rolled my eyes, "How long are you due to stay in there for?"
"Two days he chipped in,"
I grunted, "A
