Lloyd was released.
The Anti-Magic Field was still in place, so Annan wasn't afraid Lloyd would run or take him hostage... Could a shabby old man pushing sixty really beat him?
"Who's next?"
"Emiliano Haili..." Jailer read the name from the Parchment Scroll.
"I know her. The Black Widow. She's locked up here too?"
"The Black Widow?"
What kind of mage had a title like that...?
"She keeps finding husbands, and none of them lasts a month... Oh, and boys like you are her favorite."
"Uh..." Annan asked Jailer, "Is she pretty?"
"My lord, what did you say?"
"I mean, what was her crime?"
Jailer glanced down. "Imprisoning the King's sixteenth son. Sentenced to life imprisonment..."
"She went after the Royal Family and only got life?"
"I don't know, my lord... But rumor has it the prince pleaded with the Mage Council on her behalf..."
Annan suddenly grew curious about this "Black Widow."
After walking down a long corridor, Annan reached the second, separate Cell.
A woman in a black robe as deep as night stood before a Magic Lamp.
Her robe was expertly tailored to fit her graceful figure. In the lamplight, its silken fabric faintly outlined her stomach and navel.
Thick, glossy dark-green hair fell loosely down her back, lending her a mature allure.
Her eyes turned toward him like a phantom in the dark.
"Is it time for me to die?"
The Black Widow stared at Annan, her voice low and husky as a cat's purr.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Why else would they bring me such a cute little boy..." The Black Widow licked her lips, sending a chill down Annan's spine.
"Oh... You're shivering. Don't tell me you're still a virgin?"
"Show some respect, Lady! This is Lord Annan Levis, King of the North,