Flaremont's ruler, King Marsus entrusts his son, Roman with a dangerous task of spying on a mysterious kingdom that's alienated from everything. The young prince, undercover, gets hired by the cold king of the secret land and even ends up getting ri...
Disguise? Check. Luckily, Roman's charm never disappointed him.
I wish everyone would be as kind as this Emile fellow.
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Our dashing, now not Prince, Roman – in this case – went on his glorious way again to complete his mission and to prove that he, indeed does not need to be monitored.
Nothing interesting in his sight by so far. Only more booths, even more subjects- erhm, people walking around, tall buildings.
For the weak heels of Achilles, these buildings are getting taller and taller with every step I ta...-
What's that?
Roman couldn't make out what that might have been. Probably a huge tower that reached the grey and gloomy skies above.
It must be the castle of the monster that murdered everyone who dared to step into this territory.
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Behind the disguised prince, the houses and markets one by one were eaten by the fog that hid the enormous castle as he sped up his pace.
Could it be because they want to keep both themselves and the main weakness of the Dark Land safe and isolated? These kinds of thoughts ran through Roman's head as he finally a-
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Ehhh. How in the buggery bugger do they expect to do that if they leave the gates open? Hm. Maybe they think that the castle so isolated that no one would even think about coming in?
