The man's anger faded to a small smile. "Oh, Prince of Verilonia. I never intended to separate the Keybearer from her Keys."
Merwyn's head tilted. He held Salty in his arms, the rabbit's nose twitching nervously. "But you locked my Wifey in a box. A mean box. That's a very rude thing to do."
Garamond's smile didn't waver. "It was for her own good. And for yours. You fled here because you feared for her safety, did you not? So the only wise thing to do is ensure the Keybearer is safe until the Keys all gather together." He gave a sweeping gesture. "This is a safe haven. A sanctuary."
"And how shall we gather the keys if we are locked in a room?" Adrien's voice was surprisingly calm and measured.
"If you do not search them, then the prophesy will draw them to you. Don't act as if you are the only one to read the ancient scrolls." Garamond's smile grew. He looked at Emily then, and it was a strange sort of pity he held in his eyes. "The truth is that the Keybearer is weak."
