Chapter 94

~Talfen, the capital of Coldshore~

~Inner Court, The Royal Palace~

After several minutes of searching a wide area for any possible clues as to where Prince Reqiel had gone, Prince Cederic raised an alarm close to the walls which sent Sarell racing over.

"Did you find him?" He asked breathlessly.

Cederic studied the torn robe in his hand, his expression grim. "Not quite," He mumbled, starting to see sense in Sarell's panic.

The foreign Prince might actually be in grave danger, which meant that Coldshore was at risk too. He handed the robe to Sarell and immediately walked off without another word.

Sarell clutched the torn robe that definitely belonged to Reqiel with his heart in his throat, "Where are you going?" He called to Prince Cederic in a shaky voice.

"To mobilize guards, I'll have them comb through the entire Royal Palace for him." He said stiffly, increasing his pace.