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*Kieran* The walk to the dungeon is colder and darker than I remember. It’s always been dingy, sure. Truthfully, I’ve only ever come down to chastise Raven for being here when she shouldn’t or yell at her father. How did she stand it, I wonder. The stench alone is enough to send people running in the opposite direction. The guards stand at attention when I round the corner, but I motion for them to stand at ease. They look understandably surprised to see me. I wasn’t the “twin” who spent all my free time here. “The king would like me to deliver a special message to that bastard, Blake,” I growl out. They nod with amused understanding. He’s likely their favorite to beat. It makes my blood boil. No king deserves to be locked up in the dungeon of another. If these men knew who it truly