Kai laughed, a rough sound that bordered on hyperventilating. He
couldn't tell if this unexpected turn of events was terrible, very, very
funny. "The palace security has been compromised? What exactly does
that mean?"
"The royal guard hasn't had time to document an official report, Your
Majesty," said Torin, "but we do know that all security cameras and scanners,
including weapon scanners, have malfunctioned. Or at least that
your guards are unable to access their feeds at this time."
"How long have they been down?"
"Almost eleven minutes."
Kai paced to the window. He caught sight of a groom in his reflection
—a white silk shirt split by a red sash that hung from his shoulder. It
made him think of blood every time he saw it. He'd spent the past hour
pacing around his private chambers and avoiding his reflection as much
as possible.
"Do you think Levana has anything to do with it?"
"It seems out of character for her to do anything that could upset today's
ceremony."
Kai strung his fingers through his hair. Priya would have a fit when
she saw him, after those specialty stylists had spent forty minutes
adjusting every last hair on his head.
"Your Majesty, I might ask that you move away from the window."
He turned around, surprised at the concern in Torin's voice. "Why?"
"We have to assume that this break constitutes a threat to your
safety, but we can't guess where that threat might come from.
"You think someone's going to try and assassinate me through a window?
On the fourteenth floor?"
"We don't know what to think, but I don't want to take unnecessary
risks until we have more information. The captain of guard should
be here shortly. I'm sure he has a plan in place for such circumstances.
We maybe forced to evacuate, or go into lockdown mode."
Kai drew away from the window. Lockdown mode? He hadn't known
such a thing existed.
"Are we canceling the ceremony?" he asked, hardly daring to hope.
Torin sighed. "Not officially. Not yet. That course of action is a last
resort. Queen Levana and her court have been confined to their quarters
and, of necessary will be escorted to a remote location the ceremony is
temporarily delayed, until we can ensure your safety and the safety of
the queen."
Kai briefly perched on the edge of one of the carved-wood chairs but,
too anxious to sit bounced back to his feet and resumed pacing. "She's
going to be furious. You might want to warn whoever has to break this
news to her."
"I suspect everyone is well aware."
Kai shook his head, baffled. For weeks he'd lived in a mental fog,
caught between misery and apprehension, fear and nerves and the constant
desperate hopes that lingered in his head. Hope that there was
a way out. Hope that the wedding day would never come. Hope that
Princess Selene had been found and that, somehow, she would change everything.
And now—this.
There was no way it was a coincidence. Someone had purposefully
hacked the palace security system. Who was capable of that? And what
did they want to do, simply stop the ending? There were plenty of people
in the world who didn't want this wedding to take place, after all.
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Cress
Ficção AdolescenteTheir best hope lies with Cress, a girl trapped on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's being force to work for Queen Levana, and she...
