THE KING IN THE NORTH

65

This was a phenomenon. One that want as awful.

Edgar goggled down at the men that knelt before him

Should they be guillotined or hung? He contemplated.

It was noon. The sky lustrously. The room colder. Empty. Where was the child? Where was his family?

Edgar turned to the red cloaked men still with the Sol emblem.

" How could she have been taken without your knowing?" He asked

" The lady was in her chamber. She had retired for the day.

It's the morning that her hand demoiselle blazoned her missing, out steed stolen with a carriage. Her Chambers ruined" the man said with a bow

How weak were his men?

Indeed his men had been there, at the lair. Tarrying the night in shifts. Nothing should have gotten past them and it didn't. No bone saw his family leave. They must have known the manor house enough to steal her down so still. Was she alive at all? Alexandra would have fought, would have woken the entire palace with her riots. He knew his family that much.

Six parties were trans