As the dust settled and the Rolliphs surveyed the wreckage wrought by Moat's treachery, a new kind of battle unfolded in the heart of the rebuilt kingdom – a battle for Jack's life. King Protea, his voice heavy with the weight of a crown forged in past tragedies, boomed across the courtyard.

"Human son, Jack," he began, his aged eyes narrowed with a mix of grief and fury. "You promised to stop Moat, yet you became the harbinger of his wrath! Dozens of loyal Rolliphs lie dead once more, their blood staining the ground because of a human!"

Jack, though his temper flared hot at the accusations, was as stunned as the rest. "Your Majesty," he countered, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hands, "I am not to blame for this. Moat's plan was already in motion by the time we arrived."

Protea scoffed, refusing to entertain the notion. "Spare me your lies, human son! I've seen treachery cloak itself in fairytales before."

Anna, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, knew the truth. She knew Jack's honor, his unwavering courage that had saved countless Rolliphs, including herself. "This is not his fault, my King," she interjected, her voice ringing out with a newfound urgency. "Moat had set his insidious plot in motion long before Jack even set foot in our lands."

Iris and Remy, their faces grim, echoed Anna's words. Though the Rolliph populace, still reeling from the recent attack, murmured their agreement, a shadow of doubt lingered in their eyes. Protea, a king haunted by the ghosts of past betrayals, remained unconvinced. Fear, a serpent he had wrestled with for years, tightened its grip on his heart.

"I cannot turn a blind eye any longer," he declared, his voice heavy with a terrible resolve. "Jack must be put to death for the crimes he has brought upon us."

Gasps erupted from the crowd as tension crackled through the air. Jack, his face pale with shock, watched as Anna stepped forward, her jaw set in a defiant slant. In a move that surprised everyone, even Jack himself, Anna raised her voice, her words laced with a desperate conviction.

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"You cannot kill him, Your Majesty," she declared, her eyes blazing with a newfound fierceness. "Because I am betrothed to him!"

Silence descended upon the courtyard, thick and heavy. Jack gaped at Anna, his mind scrambling to catch up with the whirlwind she had just unleashed.

Protea, his bushy eyebrows knotted in confusion, boomed, "Betrothed? What madness is this?"

Anna, her voice unwavering, explained the ancient Rolliph custom. "A kiss upon the lips signifies a bond of betrothal, a pledge of eternal loyalty. When Jack saved me from Moat's clutches, we were bound together by this very tradition."

Understanding dawned on Jack's face, a warmth blooming in his chest despite the precarious situation. He realized Anna's desperate gambit, a gamble fueled by her unwavering belief in his innocence.

Protea, his weathered face etched with a complex mix of emotions – anger, doubt, and a flicker of begrudging respect for Anna's bravery – considered her words in a tense silence. The fate of a kingdom, the future of a friendship, hung in the balance.

"Anna," Protea finally spoke, a sigh escaping his lips like a gust of wind. "Your loyalty to Jack is commendable. Yet, the threat Moat poses to our very existence cannot be ignored."

Anna, her back ramrod straight, met the king's gaze head-on. "My King," she pressed, her voice brimming with conviction, "Jack is not responsible for Moat's actions. We all fought valiantly to protect our home. Punishing him will not undo the damage. It will only divide us further."

Her words resonated with the crowd. Murmurs of agreement rose in volume, a tide of support slowly turning against the king's initial decree. Protea, his gaze flitting between the passionate Anna and the stoic Jack, seemed to weigh the options in his mind, a silent battle raging within him.

Finally, with a reluctant nod, Protea conceded, "Very well. Jack's life will be spared... for now. But I want him in the dungeon until I'm sure."

In the aftermath of this decision, the guards led Jack away to prison under close guard. The people watched silently as he disappeared behind the iron bars.

Jack's imprisonment became a heated topic of debate among the Rolliphs. Some questioned the king's decision, while others understood the need for caution in such uncertain times.

However, Anna, Iris, and Remy knew that the real danger lay outside and that this danger was looming. Not wanting to waste time, the three of them had to rescue their friend Jack from prison and go after Moat as soon as possible.