Guinevere's Grail | ✓ [BOOK 2]

~ 17 ~

THIS TIME, WHEN MORGANA reached out to him, he said 'Kit.' He wasn't giving his name back, and right now, he was glad for that. There was no way the faery would've been able to succeed in his state, but to his luck, Kit already thought up a backup plan. It was risky and depended on the strange relationship between the Deserts and his own continent, but he was determined not to let this turn into a disaster if he could help it.

Kit and Connor both took after their mother, aside from their hair and their height. Connor's hair was a few shades darker than his own, and he was half a head shorter and ten times more aggravating. They were both considered handsome in Avalon, but Kit was the only one with any semblance of charm, and he'd have to turn it all the way down if he even wanted to pretend this would work.

The guards at the front of palace were shaken, Morgana's fault, no doubt. He held his chin high, not in confidence but in judgment as he approached.

"Whatever happened here?" he droned, doing his best to imitate his brother's plainness. If there was anything the dark magic did that was good for Connor, it was that it made him more interesting. Hopefully, the people here didn't know about his change.

A guard looked up at him with wide eyes. "Who are you? What do you want?"

Kit raised his hands up. "I'm King Connor of Avalon," he said. "I've been led to believe a prisoner of mine is your captive. I'm here to take him off your hands."

A woman spoke next. "Was he the man that just made me fight my brothers?" she asked. "He's been arrested by now, I'm sure. You'll have to speak with the Emperor to get him back."

"Then get me an audience with him," he ordered. "I am a King. I'm sure he'd let me in."

"That'll be a lot of trouble," she sighed. "You'll have to wait. I want him out of the palace as soon as possible, but the Emperor is a busy man."

"Then don't get me an audience," Kit demanded. "I'll go get him now if you let me in. All I'm doing is getting him back and taking him to Avalon. He needs to pay for what he did to my father."

The woman bowed her head. "We're sorry about King Wylan," she told him. She had a look of hesitation on her face. "Do you need backup? He's... there's something wrong with him. He's dangerous, I would hate to send you to your death."

Kit scoffed. "I arrested him once. I'm confident I can do it again, especially considering I've gotten rid of the bastards who let him out. I assure you, madam, I'll be fine."

She gulped, sharing looks with the other guards. They gave her assuring nods, and Kit smiled with the same condescending politeness that Connor was so good at. The woman unlocked the gates and let him through. "Prol will escort you to the prison, at least. The palace is a maze."

"Thank you, you've been very helpful," he told her. A man took his side, silently leading him through the tall doors of the palace.

The walk to the prison was silent, and Kit was tense. He hoped it would only assist him in his act instead of giving him away to the guard beside him. It felt too easy to get in, but perhaps Morgana shaking them up so bad made them less tactical. Fear made people stupid, and Morgana was good at making them afraid. Hell, even Kit was still wary of him, as dreadfully handsome as he may be.

They were at the prison now. Despite his assurances that he didn't need backup, Prol still followed him. He didn't like him there, but he didn't dare get rid of him. There were more guards in the prison, not many, and most kept their distance, but he couldn't risk it.

Morgana's cell was one of the first ones he saw when they entered. He was awake again, but he didn't see Kit just yet.

He turned to Prol and held out his hand. The guard raised a brow.