The skies were heavy, as if pregnant with the nation's problems, when the carriage of Prince Edmon rolled in—no notice, explanation, or word of any kind. Seeing the puzzled look of the guards, Prince Edmon got down and entered the palace, while the others carried the things behind him.
Queen Elena had just rounded up with the minister cabinet when her sight caught an unpleasant figure.
"No... that can't be Edmon," she murmured, then walked closer. As the figure approached her, Queen Elena felt her heart snap from her bloodstream.
"What are you doing here?" she growled almost immediately.
Edmon smiled and bowed, as if the question had not been directed at him.
"What nonsense is this?" Queen Elena barged in. "You were given one job, Edmon... stay and look after your brother, and now you are back in less than a month," she hissed.
Edmon glanced around. The servants had all stopped what they were doing, and their eyes were fixed on them.
