Wooden torches

“What?!” Damon smacked, storming out of his chamber. “They cannot do such a thing! What are they even thinking?!” He ranted as he made his way down the walkway.

“Damon, can you please listen to the end?! This anger will take us nowhere! If they don’t do it, they’ll send her away!” Megan yelled from behind him, making him stop abruptly.

Before he could look back, Megan ran to him and stood in front of him. “Our father is worried. He’s scared that when she’s all trained and set to fight, she’ll turn against us one day.”

“But she’ll never do that.”

“And how do you expect to prove that point to the king, hun?? He made up his mind already, and there’s nothing we can do about that. We need to look for what to do next to keep Belinda with us.”

“How? What if she totally loses it and we can’t do anything about it? Remember she is yet to know and control her full potential.”

“I asked father the same thing, and he said if one of us are not her anchor, then Mr. Theron will take care of the