Need To Be Arrested

Barnt felt beads of sweat form on his forehead. "Wh-what do you mean, my dear Second Prince?"

The man smugly looks at them. "You know exactly what I mean. My beloved brother Prince Andrew has already passed away, all of you probably know by now. Of course, this news is to be kept under tight seals, at least for now so please do not blabber on about meaningless facts that might get you silenced."

"Of course, with the death of the Prince, that means every privilege he might have had no longer applies. Of course, the same applies to any special passes or seats he may have given out." The Second Prince said. "Wouldn't you agree, Prince Indra?"

Prince Indra looks at the Second Prince with hateful eyes. "Prince Berest, don't take this too far. The privileges that were granted to other people, especially before his death can't be revoked. Otherwise, how is that fair to the people that he promised?"