Prince Lucas ran into his mother in the hallway and stopped to hear any news she might have had about the woman. “Is she alright?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
The queen smiled, “She’s fine. She’s settled down a bit and is getting dressed into something of mine. The poor thing wasn’t able to grab any of her things before she came and was dressed in some old baggy men’s clothes by the looks of it.”
“What did those guards do? Snatch her up and run away with her?” the prince asked, sounding exasperated.
The queen nodded. “It sounds like they did. The poor girl has been through quite a traumatic experience from the looks of it.”
“Two weeks of night duty then,” he muttered to himself, and the queen smiled. “Did she tell you what happened?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Nor did I ask.
