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Ray was standing outside the throne room, pacing back and fourth and biting his bottom lip. He had to stop this execution from happening--but how was he supposed to do this, exactly? Even being the prince, he still had his limitations on where he could go and if he did this...his father, and his people, would probably never forgive him. Those immoral fools! How could his own people stand by and watch as a man is openly murdered and feel joyous about such an event? It was simply wrong. He didn't want to be the ruler of a kingdom full of people like that.

Ray was just about to enter the throne room to give his father yet another piece of his mind--because it had worked so well so many other times before--he quickly decided against it. If he wanted to actually do this, he would have to be sneaky. He looked out a nearby window and saw the prison wagon nearing its destination. The prisoner would be kept in this wagon until the king arrived on the balcony to announce that the demon Darken remainder be taken to the execution. If he could just get to the wagon and cover him somehow...but with all those people around, he wasn't sure how it would be possible.

He suddenly snapped his fingers and ran to his room, grabbing a dark hooded jacket and putting it on. He carefully placed his prized sword into the sheath connected to his hip and then started down to the area where the execution would take place. Before leaving the palace, he carefully looked around, before placing the hood over his head to where it covered his facial features and heading towards the crowd of people.