Chapter 48

Zedekiel blinked, surprised by the sudden action. "What are you doing?"

Prince Ron was stunned. "W-What am I doing? What are you doing?"

"Taking off your clothes." The King replied simply. "You're covered in dirt."

The Prince gazed down at himself, still holding his clothes tight. He was truly covered in dirt but Zedekiel helping him didn't sit well with him. After seeing the past, he knew Zedekiel didn't have an ounce of good feelings towards him. It might be a ploy to kill him.

"Ah, there's no need to bother your Majesty with such a trivial thing. I can do it myself." he smiled nervously as he gathered his robes and jumped down the bed then instantly headed for the door. "Thanks for the help though. I'll see myself out."

He was halfway to the door but suddenly realised that he couldn't move. Something was holding him back. He turned to find Zedekiel stepping on the edge of his robe, limiting his movements.

Prince Ron started to swea