"Is that so?" Victor asked, glancing back over his shoulder to look Phillip up and down. "Then perhaps you were."
He paused at a door, turning to look a the prince thoughtfully as he mused over the boundless knowledge he had. Which wasn't all that much, but he liked to think it was more.
"You've been 'Called'. That is what the villagers call it. Most everyone here was 'called', in fact, save the few that were born here. This place has no name, and I've never once heard of it in my travels. But I know this, good lord....from whence you came you shall not return. The village releases no one. And try as you might, the woods will always deliver to the post once more."
He pushed the door in front of him open before stepping into the dark, cold room. It was small, with a single fireplace, bed, and chair. It wasn't glamorous or royal in the least.
"For now, sire, this is your home. I suggest you get used to it."
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