The king's golden eyes burned as he stormed around the dungeon, his voice booming against the stone walls. His prisoner was no where to be seen.
"How did this happen?" he thundered. "I demand to know how a prisoner of such importance could escape!"
The guards stood at attention, pale and sweating. "We… we don't know, Your Majesty," one stammered. "He was locked in the dungeon under heavy guard. Someone must have helped him from the inside."
"Help from the inside?" the king repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're telling me a traitor walks among my own guards?"
The guards exchanged nervous glances. None dared speak further. The king's rage pressed down on them like a physical weight.
"Find him," he spat, venom in every word. "Bring him back to me. Find the traitor who aided him. Now!"
The guards nodded hastily, retreating before turning to carry out his orders.
