A Rough Week

"What's the hold-up? Why haven't they opened the gates yet?" Kael muttered under his breath, frustration simmering as he sat waiting to disembark. He'd had a rough week and now having to sit here was not something that he was happy about. Additionally, as part of the royal fleet, his plane was always given top priority during travel. Yet today, delays plagued them—one issue after another, as if the world had conspired against him.

"I'll check on it, Your Highness," the flight attendant responded nervously. "But from what I've gathered, there's been a problem on the ground. The authorities are involved."

Kael's brow furrowed. "Authorities? What authorities?"

"The police, sir. They'll be here shortly," the attendant added, her voice dropping lower as if speaking too loudly might summon the very officers she was talking about.

"The police?" Kael's voice hardened, "Why on earth would the police be involved?"