Florian’s POV

“And you're sure this woman is real, right son?” This is the 7th time my father has asked me this question. 

“Father! This is the woman of my dreams I tell you! Of course she is real.” 

“Ok son, where exactly are you going again?” He keeps asking me all these questions. 

“The merchants said that the witch keeps her in the abandoned castle on the outskirts of our border.” 

“Ok, be careful, that place could fall down any second. I don’t need my son getting crushed by an old castle. How long do you think you’ll be gone for? Your mother will have a fit if you're gone for too long.”    

“Eeehhh, well, I’ll have to get there, then I’ll have to search the castle, then I'll have to defeat the witch, then I’ll save her, and then I’ll have to ride back…. So probably like a day or two.” 

Father’s face looked sympathetic for some reason, “Well, how about this. If you're gone for a few days, I’ll send one of your brothers after you.” I just rolled my eyes at him. It’s not going to be that hard.