He freaked out. He couldn't think of anything else exept the words 'Im dead'.
He should tell the king immidietly, but on the other hand, Jane would know who he was and not like him in that way. What to do, what to do?
An idea hit him. He'll write a note. A note to the king saying that. . . He had been called up by his. . . Brother?
Theodore wrote the note down.
Okay, one thing was ready. Now the next thing. . . Write what he wanted to remember down.
He stayed up all night trying to remember everything that was and could be important. Which was everything about Jane, that idiot of Gunther, dragon, maybe, and the rest of the castle staff.
He fell asleep on his desk, the pen still wet with ink. He knew he would come to regret tomorrow.
