The tension in the room is palpable causing the air to be sucked out of this vast space. My father immediately took control of the interrogations, starting first with the staff and knights of the Palace. At first I thought it was pointless to start with them, but as time moved on, I could see that my father just wanted to cross off those who were obviously innocent first. Most of the staff were able to count for each other's whereabouts, as well as the knights. They are also the ones with the least motive for attacking anyone in this place. So after an hour or so, the amount of people in the throne room is slashed a drastic amount. Now all that remains is the members of our 'family', and the hopeful contestants.
"My King." Speaks my mother. "Why don't you take a break now, you have to wa
