"It's been five days! Not only have you not been able to find any leads, she is not even waking up," the crown prince hollered at Tim, he even threw away a vase in frustration. He had come home and shut himself off in his room. He was not talking to anyone in the royal family.
He had stopped eating and was not going to Isaac's classes too. He was madly looking for the perpetrator. How was he going to face her when she woke up? He had to give her an answer, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
"Your highness, I think you should at least eat. Would lady Whittemore be okay if she sees her friend in such a state? When she wakes up, she will be so worried," Tim brought a plate of fruits in front of the prince. The pale face of the prince had gone gaunt, his cheeks had sunken. He looked much leaner, of course, he really had not eaten properly since the incident.