"I need reports!" King Aindrea yelled, beside him sat Princess Mia.
"Well, Father I don't know what happened, but I don't believe it was just a storm," Aiden said, Aindrea turned to him.
"You don't know?" He asked furiously, Aiden lowered his gaze, nodding.
"If you permit me, My Lord" Ales spoke,
"Is this kingdom a joke?" Aindrea interrupted, sighing heavily.
"My love," Princess Mia stood, walking closer to him and handing him a towel. Aindrea quietly took it, wiping his sweaty head.
"The prisoner" he remembered, turning in Aiden's direction.
"I believe she's receiving treatment, Father,"
"I want her back in, she must pay for what she had committed"
"And how exactly do you want her to?" Aiden asked, the room became silent, and his gaze met Princess Mia, her eyes glinting with
