The Palace was a glittering jewel against the sunset sky. The stone that the castle was built from was the finest white marble any had seen. The trim and statues were gold figures that gleamed in the setting sun. The inside wasn't much different from the outside. The polished stone floor reflected the torch light and casted many shadows. The walls were lined with paintings and decore all of great worth. In the main hall where the princely guest were being ushered to stood several guards and the Elven King. There were servants waiting for each of the princes, and each could chose whom he took.

One of the boys that was to be a servant of a prince hand his arms and hands bound in front of him with a silver cord. The cord was most definitely magical and stopped the boy from using his powers to just slip away. Jessi truly thought that this was over board for punishment. After all, he'd just stolen some food. Under other circumstances he might have talked with his captors but now was a time to watch and listen. He had seen elves before but never thought their castle would be so grand. He had to admire it even if he was a prisoner in it. Bored out of his mind he let out a loud yawn, crinkling his forehead and the cross scar in the middle of it.