Chapter 18: Lunch with the Dark Lord

The heavy doors slam shut behind the three. Kiora startles from the abrupt sound. She follows her two companions towards the left of the grand stairs. Luce walks with his head held high- ignoring the commentary of the lesser fiends around them. 'Could they clamp their mouths shut?' He thinks in agony. As he enters the next corridor, Luce feels a tug on his sleeve. His green eyes stare into a sea of blue. He smiles.

"What, can I do for you?" Luce asks.

"Well," Kiora pauses. "Why didn't you tell me that you’re the principe of the castle?"

Luce darts his gaze towards the goblin beside him. He twists his lip in irritation. Bork shuffles around to place himself by the 'miss's' leg. The goblin rubs his head in a sheepish manner. Luce releases a sigh.

"Because, I didn't think it to be important," he answers. Luce's arms lay behind his neck. "What would it matter if I were a prince or a pauper?"