Literature
Prince Theo
Prince Theo walked down the dank and confined hallway of the prison. He could smell the mildew covering the walls, and the stink of the prisoners that had been kept down in these dark reaches for far too long. Thought even as he passed some of the men, long gone insane, he wasn’t scared. He was prince Theo, third son of Brandon the great, ruler of the Western Isles. Even though he was still young, he wouldn’t be afraid of something so silly as a criminal behind bars.
Especially since he had asked for this. For years Theo had to watch as his older brothers became a shining example of good sons in their father's eyes. Tomas, the e
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