My fireguard gave a dark chuckle, so I risked one question. I was willing to bet they wouldn’t dare hit me in front of a large crowd like this. “What is your name?” I asked breathlessly, barely louder than a whisper. The castle towered over us as a delegation of the most elaborately dressed people I’d even seen waited, standing high above us all at the top of the stone steps. Gems and gold glinted at us from their wrists, hands, neck, and the crowns on their heads. The king and queen! The fireguards halted at the bottom, keeping themselves between us and the royal family. My fireguard’s breath
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Zariah is the prince. Evil?
