225 The Seal

"What are we going to do now?" Ivan of Kres asked.

Frustration marred his handsome face as he turned to Fredek and Alistair. He had initially thought he had quite a plan – but now realized how stupid it was.  

"Er…"Fredek cleared his throat before continuing. "I think it is best if we return the women to their respective homes."

The two arrived in Ritz with the eleven women bearing resemblance with the late Princess. It was in the hope that one of them was still the missing piece of her soul they were looking for.

"You brought them here?"

Alistair was beyond…amazed.

"Are you sure you have no blood connection with my twin?" the Ritz King asked, and Ivan looked hurt – not because he understood what Alistair meant though.

"What are you talking about? What kind of friend are you? Did you forget my mother's from Ovid?" Ivan of Kres looked offended that Alistair didn't know, which made Fredek's mouth twitch on the side.