London. Twelve years later.
Martin rode inside a carriage with his sister Carol seated on his left. They had just returned from the King's sister's, princess Leah's twenty eight birthday.
"You did not misbehave at the ball." Martin said to her.
"Oh come on Martin. It was my best friend's birthday after all. I had to behave." Carol laughed. "I have repented from being troublesome."
Martin laughed. "You Carol? You? Impossible!"
Carol pouted. "Believe it or not. I have."
The carriage came to a halt.
"That is strange. We have not entered the gates yet." Carriage said looking out through the gates. Then she said to the coach man. "What is the matter?"
"The guards ar
