The old King slammed his fists onto the heavy oak table so violently that those who stood around it jumped back a little.
"What do you mean he's gone?" he roared.
Nervous looks were cast at the General until he stepped forward and bowed.
"We cannot find The Crown Prince since his exit from the ballroom."
"I darn well know what it means! I mean how can he be gone on your watch?"
"You." He waved a bulk finger at the Grand Duke. "It's your job to protect him. I want him found!"
"Yes, Your Highness."
At that promise, the King seemed to calm a little and sat back to hear them discuss among themselves.
"Who is she?" The Grand Duke inquired.
"We don't know."
"But you have to appreciate her efficiency. She went straight for him," remarked one of the guards. They all turned to glare at him. He mumbled an apology as he sunk away out of sight.
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Of Rebels and Crowns
Short StoryKill the Prince. Save the kingdom. It was all so simple...until it wasn't. This is what young Amelia came to realize as the fate of the whole kingdom lay in the palms of her hands. Or rather in the dagger that lay there. And could the Crown Prince c...
