Amelia couldn't get a hold of the king for the whole day; he was truly busy. She had searched the east wing, the council hall, even the garden balcony where he sometimes stood when he needed air. Everyone she asked either bowed nervously or gave vague answers. The palace had been tense since morning, whispers floating around like unsettled spirits. Something had happened, something serious.
As she was on her way to continue her search, she finally saw them. The king and his advisor were walking down the long hallway toward her path. Relief washed over her and a small smile appeared on her face. At least now she didn't have to keep wandering the palace like a lost child. Arthur excused himself immediately, muttering something about preparing for the journey ahead.
"Your majesty, I heard about the princess. Is she okay?" Amelia asked, her voice softening, trying to sound concerned at least as much as she could manage.
