Damien walked through the forest, leaning on a tree for slight rest. He heard a snap of a twig behind him, and he turned around quickly, pulling out his wand only to see a familiar brown-haired king behind him, standing like a deer in headlights. Damien sighed and let his arm fall down to his side as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Will, you said you'd stay at the castle," The witch said.