Durell ran through town, going straight for the castle. He figured as soon as she entered someone would have informed the guard and had her picked up and escorted. It was plain as day to see that she was the princess.
However, he was stopped at the gate.
"Who do you think you are, kid?"
"I am..." he hesitated. "I am Durell, son of Jesper. He's a commander here. I have come to speak with him."
The guard stiffened at the name Jesper. He knew who Durell was talking about. And from his reaction, the old man hadn't changed one bit in the last few years.
"S-s-sure, go on in!" the guard said. Durell thanked him and ran through, bypassing where his father most likely was and sneaking into the castle. He avoided people and soon found what he hoped to be Cara's room given the two guards sitting outside the room.
"Commander Jesper has requested that I take over for you two. I am his son. He thought this would be a good training job for me," he told the guards. They laughed.
"It will be. If you can handle keeping that girl in there..." one of them joked. "We'll come back after a brief respite. Don't think it would be a good idea to have you up here alone for too long."
Durell couldn't believe his luck. Were all the guards really that stupid?
Once they were gone, he stepped inside.
"Cara?" he asked.