“Any sightings of the rebels?” The prince snapped at a guard who entered the giant room where the North Prince was pacing around like a caged animal having one of his common temper tantrums.
“No, Your Royal Highness. No sightings in The Equator, at the border, or in the city.” The guard said with a nervous wringing of his hands.
The prince growled in frustration and barked out, “If you see them, bring them here but do not harm a single hair on their head. Understood?”
The guard nodded and sped out of the room. The prince returned to his pacing as he waited for the Maidens Of The Sands to show their faces. He knew they would come. They wouldn’t resist, even if they knew it was a trap to punish them for their horrific crimes against The Royal Family. He would not let them get away with what they had done. He was going to avenge his father’s untimely death, one way or another.