Caught In A Storm

Chapter X

A loud roar of anger resonated in the sumptuous castle. The large, crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings clattered loudly. The mansion's employees ushered away from a specific room, clearly not wanting to face the enraged man or be near him even if they were in a different room, who wasn't stopping his roars of anger iwhich were amplified by his large office. The office was even more sumptuous as the large halls, grand staircases or the large colourful gardens outside. Large deep purple drapes hung at the windows, each wall covered in golden intricate, angelic designs showing off the wealth of the master of this mansion.

The man, who everyone feared was screaming at two men, who were sitting uptight in chairs facing his dark mahogany desk. Suddenly the furious man slammed his hand down on his desk, making the two men flinch and jump in surprise.

"Your Majesty, we can understand your ..." One of the man started.

"NO! I don't think you really understand the situation Mr. Damocles." The enraged, platinum haired man said.

"You have no idea. My son is missing. WHERE IS HE?"

After a few seconds of silence , the other man spoke up, trying his best to keep his confidence in front of his boss and king.

"Sir, the last news we got from Mr. Lahiffe, your son's guard, was two weeks ago. They were in a village, near the border Sir." The king tried his best to calm down, which wasn't working really well.

"Mr. Lahiffe was writing they would be soon on their way back to the capital, Sir."

"Then explain ME WHY I STILL HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY NEWS FROM MY SON?" The king spat, before readjusting his round glasses on his nose.

Mr. Damocles and Mr. Roth looked at one another, willing the other one to face the wrath of their king. Mr. Roth readjusted his way to small coat, nearly making every button pop.

"We-well, we have heard from other travellers that the winter is really hard next to the border and that the post can't deliver anything with the snow-storms happening. There is no way to communicate with the small villages with the lack of other possibilities..." Mr. Damocles's voice turned into a whisper in the end.

"Snowstorms... why hasn't ANYONE of you bothered to tell my son could in danger near the borders?" The king said in a deadly calm voice, rising from his seat and pearing down at his two right hands menacingly.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, I think you son is intelligent enough to have seeken shelter somewhere during the storm." The king's assistant, Nathalie Sancoeur, came in dropping a few papers on his desk. The king glared at her, which made her quickly fled out of the office, regretting she had opened her mouth.

The king slowly walked over to the large window, looking at the view of the whole flourishing city, which he kept controlling with an iron grip. He finally turned around slowly.

"Find him and bring him back. Don't disappoint me again." The men quickly got up and left the room, after being dismissed, nearly running out of the King's office to reach their own as fast as possible , so they could plan their trip to the south border and not anger their King again.

King Agreste sat down in order to calm himself down, with was working better now with these two idiots not in his precious office. Adrien absolutely needed to get back here in time. The fact that he was probably caught in a snow-storm was even better to him. He was going to drag him back to the capital if need be. There was no way the prince would miss the next oncoming event of the decade. His son had no further excuse now, than to concentrate on being the next king of Miraculous and produce the next heir of the kingdom. His son couldn't hide, he would search for him everywhere.

Adrien, I can assure you: you won't miss your own marriage.

I hope you all had a wonderful week-end!

Eat chocolate !