"I understand your highness. Sadly my brother does not. Please do not be to harsh on him though. Mother and Father have spoiled him, at home, so he tends to not listen to the rules." He looked back at the doors the hex's had 'escorted' his brother through. "But yes as I was saying before that disruption. We would gladly take down this connection for you once we left, as a sign of peace between our nations. Though I should warn you this requires the use of more magic." Now that he thought about it, he had no idea how they would get home. They had brought no other form of transportation other than their magic.<br/><br/>Deston paced in his room, the first waves of fear now gone. Replaced by a feeling of anger. He was to be locked up in his room like some little child. He began to think about whether it would be worth it to use magic to escape, or mess with the guards that were now his, guards. He flopped down on his bed in frustration, letting out a deep sigh. What a bore this trip was turning out to be.