Fear was always quick to claim her. It was fierce in its fight for her heart, and it was a force so powerful that a mere breath caused shooting pain in her chest. Trilana has fear for nearly everything and everyone. But her father was always the main source of it.

Her eyes, wide and wet, blur as she keeps them focused on her hands. Her pretty pink gloves grow moist with the building of sweat in her palms. “I’ve finished speaking with the council, and they have all agreed to let Karma and I pursue this plan.” King Karmic rounds the table, the sound of his steps bouncing off of the walls.

Trilana takes in a shuddering breath, her eyes momentarily fleeing to Hendrix. Her guard stands near the door with the others, behind a sound barrier, his soft features blank. “Tonight, the capital will go into lock down for several weeks.” She shuffles in her seat.

King Karmic had called a small family meeting, including just his official heirs and consorts. Of course, no one, especially Trilana, knew the the reason for the call. What on earth would prompt him to close the capital? Has this ever been done before?

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“I tell you this only out of courtesy. So, if I find that word of this has spread, I will know who is responsible. All of you will be punished.” Her shoulders straighten as Finious raises a finger.

Karmic nods his head to his son. “Are we allowed to know why you’re locking down the capital, sire?” The young man has still not gained all his confidence back after the beating he had taken. His eyes refuse to meet his father’s. Minoa, his mother, places one of her gloved hands on his arm, rubbing it consolingly.

Trilana shifts again, suddenly feeling something strange in the air. She looks to Baron and finds that he sits stiffer than he had a few moments ago. “Because an investigation must be conducted.” Brows furrow and small murmurs are exchanged. When Trilana looks to her father, she finds that he is already watching her, a smile, one that curls her toes, planted on his face. “Don’t you know? Princess Trilana has been kidnapped.”