>>6041767“There was an explosive placed in the Crown Prince’s carriage. If his consort wasn’t an Adamantite she and her daughter might not be with us now,” You feel sick, “There were also a few assassins with strange weaponry who tried to sneak into the castle but your new maid found and killed them before they could attack the King and Queen.” You let the information wash over you. Not even registering all of it before you speak again.
“Take me to the palace. Now,” And your words are gospel to the knights who leave one of their ranks to stay in the station as the others escort the three of you. Asher said something about reporting to the Cathedral but you practically dragging him with you dispelled that notion real quick. Time passes in a blur as the knights guide you past the large gates of the palace before leaving the three of you in the entryway. Guards are everywhere while the common servants seem to be functioning on a skeleton crew only one approaches you, a blonde woman who can’t be much older than you with gloves over her hands. She smiles serenely at the three of you but has a noticeable reaction when she sees Asher. A quick look over and he doesn’t seem to recognize her.
“Hello, commander. I have been waiting for your arrival. May I escort you to the King and Queen?” She says without even introducing herself.
“Please,” You say with a nod before the woman performs an about-face and marches deeper into the palace.
“Lorina, we really should-” Asher starts to say before you turn to him.
“Just a little bit longer, this could be relevant to our case. Right?” You say causing a sigh out of the man as he reluctantly follows you. Marie just looks around curiously and comments on how the palace is “like a museum.”
“Lorina!” Your mother shouts as the strangely rigid maid opens the door to their chambers right before you’re brought into a crushing embrace. Your mother clutches you like she might lose you if she were to stop, “You’re safe. I’m so glad you’re safe-” She rambles to herself as your two party members step back.
You awkwardly pat her back before your father shouts, “Let the poor girl go, Carroll.”
“But Lewis-” Your mother turns back in a mix of panic and frustration before being cut off by a raised hand. When the King speaks all else is silent. Even the Queen.
“She’s fine and she isn’t going anywhere. She’s going to be okay.”
Slowly, ever so slowly, your mother lets go of you, misty-eyed. She nods to herself before saying, “You’re right,” She steps away, “I’m sorry I was just so worried.”
“I’m-” You feel weird over this reaction, normally your mother is much more composed, “I’m fine.”
“Are you so sure? Even with those two demons behind you?” Your father says with a glare to Asher and Marie. What?
“What? They’re not-”
