Broken glass and paperwork littered the floor of the Queen's study. Her diamond-studded jewelry box was upturned, and her precious gems were either shattered or scattered across the room. Light filtered in through the windows, casting luminous shadows along the walls and onto the floor. Stepping into the room; detectives Emory Wilson and Sebastian King scanned the study for any signs of evidence concerning the Queens kidnapping.
"Look." Emory remarked, referring to the semi-automatic positioned underneath the obsidian carved desk. Sebastian carefully wrapped the firearm, placed it into a plastic bag, then handed the bag to the collector.
"Nice eye Wilson." The older detective praised, crossing his arms and giving Emory his infamous smirk.
"Thanks." Emory smiled half-heartedly, the scar on her left cheek dancing with her tan skin.
"Out of my way!" Sebastian rolled his blue eyes at the sound of the voice. The two detectives respectively bowed as Prince Jace Bloodborne of Vendaven and his advisor walked under the yellow police tape and into the room.
"Your majesty," Sebastian started, "I thought you were not coming back until this evening." Ignoring Bash's comment, the prince eyed Emory incredulously with his bright green eyes. He was almost like a shadow lingering in the darkness with his raven black hair and his deep brown skin. Emory had to admit, he was kinda hot.
"How old are you? Like 17? Are you even qualified to work for the force?" He towered over her, his pearl white teeth pulled back into a snarl.
She narrowed her eyes, "I'm 21, thank you for asking, and for your information, I am perfectly eligible to be in my field." For the longest time, the royal stood in silence; until he scoffed and turned to his advisor.
"I approve of the boy, but not of the girl. She's too inexperienced and unfit to find my mother. We know our Queen can be...problematic...sometimes." Emory glared at the prince, her kaleidoscope eyes swirling with rage.
"Um, sir? I don't think that's a good idea-" His advisor stuttered, his eyes laced with fear. Sauntering up to him, Emory pointed a finger at the prince.
"Listen. I did not spend 4 years of my life training and learning just to be ridiculed by an insecure Prince who clearly has mom issues. I am going on this mission, and then we'll see who's inexperienced and unfit." Sebastian's eyes widened as he glanced back at the royal. Pushing his advisor to clear a path for himself, the prince stormed out of the room. The odd man quickly followed after the monarch, tripping over forgotten things on the ground every step he took.
Sebastian; who everyone called Bash, chuckled, and ran a hand through his blonde hair, "Wow...I've never witnessed anyone speak to royalty like that...ever."
"Someone had to put him in his place." Emory shrugged, "I suppose we should get back to the station. Clearly whoever did this knew to place evidence, they put that gun here on purpose."
Sebastian pondered this for a moment before speaking to the collector. "Have the CSIs take some pictures, see if they can find anything else. If the chief asks, Emory and I are following this case." The man nodded, then proceeded to call the station.
Bash shook his head, "What you did back there was great but...if we go back to the station they'll perform the routine safety check and the lie detection tests, you know that. The detectives there practically kiss the prince's boots, you'll be thrown off the force for sure."
She threw her hands up in the air and bit her lip. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard-" Bash cut her off.
"While you were making googly eyes at the Prince-"
"I most certainly was not!" She sized him up, her fists clenching. He certainly knew how to tick her off with the slightest gestures.
"I found a blood trail!" That stopped Emory in her tracks.
"Wait....you did?" She asked in disbelief.
"I spotted it not-so-subtly covered by a white towel." He held up the red object, "Easy to find, easy to track."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" She asked, her anger dying quickly. Bash nodded, tucking the towel into his bag.
"Let's go find the Queen."
