Freedom

Ren stood in front of the inn, his arms crossed. While he was physically present, his mind was on everything that had happened in the last three weeks. 

The day after the king's death, the entire capital had been locked down. Soldiers had roamed the streets, searching for any sign of crime or conspiracy. Many gangs had been uprooted and blood had flowed through the streets.

Everyone with even a single shred of common sense had locked themselves in their houses, praying no soldier set their eyes on their house.

It hadn't taken long for the palace to announce that the Crown Prince had been poisoned, and the blame had swiftly been placed on the Penny Prince. According to the official reports, Anders had fled the city, and his whereabouts were unknown.

But Ren knew better. The Prince was long dead and his body had collapsed into nothingness along with his hell. It would never be found.