The Kingdoms Arrangement [H.S]

V

*****Leah's POV*****
(This is when Duke Baron asks the kings to follow him during breakfast)

            King Reagan wanted updates any time I found anything during my undercover work, so last night I started to make my way back to the castle. It wasn't too long of a journey, but it was definitely tiring. I have found out a lot of information with the problems at hand in our kingdom. Once I make it to the castle it is around 6 am in the morning, the sun is rising beautifully above the horizon which makes me hopeful for the future. I put my horse in her stable, and began walking to the front gates.

Duke Baron is waiting for me, I rush up the silver plated stairs.

"Leah! How were you travels?" Baron pats a hand on my shoulder, specifically not bringing up my undercover work on why the madames are going missing.

"Good, I found out some things. But we should speak alone with King Reagan." I whisper looking downward, just in case someone can read my lips.

"Well, great! King Heinrich is here as well. So we'll speak to both of them." Duke Baron rushes me into the castle, and I feel glad to finally be home, but also feel distressed with the memories of my mission. The madames were scared to talk to me even though I acted as one of them, to make sure they wouldn't get in trouble, and they acted like anyone at any moment could take them away from the only home they know.

Duke Baron sprints into the dining hall quickly to grab the two kings. King Reagan runs out first, I immediately bow to him.

"Rise Knight Leah," he gestures with his hands, "what have you found out?"

King Heinrich walks out next, wreaking of alcohol. He sneers looking at me, I form my eyebrows together. Why is he worried about me being back?

"King Reagan," I look back to my king, "I have talked to multiple madames while undercover. They have told me they do not know who is kidnapping madames." King Reagan looks disappointed in my research but I try to reassure his worries. "But they do know it is someone with lots of power and money. The women also told me that the person doing this isn't just kidnapping madames, but he is kidnapping random civilians and making them madames as well." I look down in pain, worried for the sake of our people.

"Oh, I am sure that isn't that big of an issue. Those types of women do like to make up anything these days." King Heinrich glares at me, as if I've done something wrong. King Reagan holds up his hand as if to stop the conversation.

"No. Duke Baron go and get a carriage. We'll be stopping by a brothel ourselves, I want to see and hear with my own two eyes. I hope you both agree this is an issue we need to fix?" King Reagan raises an eyebrow at the other two, they both nod in agreement, Baron pats me on the shoulder before he runs to grab a carriage. King Heinrich passed by me brushing his shoulder against, not hard, but for intimidation. King Reagan grabs me by my two shoulders looking me dead in the eyes, "Protect my girl while I am away." he sternly says, I nod once. King Reagan walks away and I feel like I can finally take a breath of air.

I need to speak to Art immediately.

***** King Heinrich's POV *****

      As we get into the carriage I try to get my stories straight, so I look as inconspicuous as possible.  That tramp is smarter than I thought, she's catching on too quickly. I keep my face emotionless the rest of our trip to the brothel, these women better keep their mouths shut if they want to keep their heads.

      Once we arrive, I keep my head under my cloak walking in. Baron seems disgusted at the sight, King Reagen seems worried. We sit at a circular wooden table, and a waitress comes by to get our drink order wearing the normal attire. White flouncy top, under brown corset, with a short brown skirt for her bottom half.
"We don't need anything, thank you." King Reagen interrupts me, as I was about to ask for rum. Bastard, you're lucky I want you and your daughter alive still. "I am going to speak to some madames, you guys stay here and see if you notice anything out of the ordinary." Reagan walks to the back of the brothel, and I check each corner of our area before I scratch my stool over the old wooden floor, over to Baron. I nod my head over to the bar, Baron nods knowing exactly what I am thinking.