Paisley and Arden sat together in the corner of the cell, gloom hovering over them like a cloud.
Suddenly, Poppy broke the silence, rushing up to them, and crashing into Arden. "Watch it!" Arden yelped.
Poppy didn't look fazed, she just grinned. "We have to escape!" She said excitedly.
"You think?" Arden said, picking her self up off the floor.
Poppy seemed to vibrate with happy energy. "Yeah, but now we really have to!"
Before either of the Porters could respond, Victoria walked up.
"What's Poppy-" Victoria's question was cut short as her little sister exclaimed to her, "Sir Prescott!"
Arden looked bewilder. "Okay, I am totally lost! What are we talking about?!" She growled.
Paisley, on the other hand, looked interested, "Sir Prescott of Pinecliff, the closest thing this country has to a king?"
Poppy nodded. Victoria stared at her little sister. "You don't think...?"
Poppy just smiled at her sister.
"Sir Prescott has a huge private army, and...let's just say we've got connections with him."
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