"Don't you have to ask Prince Gabriel once?" Denzel questioned, his brow furrowed with a hint of professional caution.
"Gabriel will know once he comes back," Amelie answered firmly. "Where did you catch them?"
"They were not far from the mining site," Denzel replied. "But it was incredibly difficult to track them. Luckily, a young girl helped us; she spotted them while playing with her friends in the outskirts and led us to their trail," he briefed.
"Then, let's meet them first," Amelie asserted, her mind set.
"Can I join you both?" Carlos asked, tucking the magazine under his arm.
"Of course!" Amelie stated, and the three of them set off.
Denzel led the way toward the palace's prison. It took more than fifteen minutes of descending winding stone stairs to arrive at the dungeon, a place so deep that even the midday sun couldn't reach it. A sentinel held a flickering lantern as he guided them inside. Finally, the iron bars of a far cell came into view, and Amelie saw them.
