The first light of day as the rays fan out over the land, but a quiet sorrow comes with it as Princess Qadira is still on the missing list.
The first visible sign of panic arrives, it’s a physical sensation in his pectus, his cerebrum hemispheres scream, his centre aches like a blade repeatably stabbing and a cluster bomb detonates within.
The King drowns in his own angst, suffocating all his senses and as a single tear like a fugitive breaking from the penitentiary rolls onto his dermis he sweeps it away.
His baby girl is out there some place, but where is the question he asks himself?
His slots dart around wildly like monocles attached and looking as if he ran a marathon, a stain of pink under his tawny skin as he paces from one side of the room to the other.
The antique mullioned fenestras cast a checker board of brilliant sunburst into the office. The wall moves in an undulated wave from the light. It is a beautiful sight.
In the corner a paroxysm of weeps rebound off the slab of concrete as Queen Adahlia’s raw crevices fill like a reservoir, unable to control it as her feet cement to the flat area.
Her personal ancillary tries to console her by urging “Let’s get you a bath ma'am that might help relieve your pain or a dash of whiskey to calm your affliction” her candidly spoken way,
The Queen replies through the sobs “Whiskey would be great, Alice dear, thank you “as she blows her nose in her embellished hankie and as she vacates a guard arrives to inform the king on any progress made.
In a throaty voice, “Sire two groups are to scour the entire Kingdom” as he bows his head for his Majesty
Helix in his raspy tone asks “Yes, but are they bringing the Asparant Sniffers” his ovals misty and his depleted phiz shows in the natural gleam
The slender man dressed in his uniform with livery hues, cobalt knee-length coat with pendulum cuffs threaded with auric, a tunic with narrowed sleeves at the wrist embroiled with plants, a leather waistcoat, cherry colored sash around the midriff, bearhide boots and a brooch with jade, canary diamond, Sapphire and a stitchwork of an allegory Phoenix in the centre.
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The emperor comforts his spouse as they sit in a sweet embrace, waiting and hoping.
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The realm is a maelstrom of crowds as there is complete pandemonium. Talk of the princess’ disappearance spreads like wildfire throughout the village.
Chitter chatter rumbles like a metachronal rhythm spreading to each establishment.
Everyone has their own opinion on what happened to her, and each individual is wrong, of course, but that’s how it goes, unfortunately.
The troops surround the areas and lockdown the entire domain, no one can exit or enter, the Emperor’s rule is signed, sealed and delivered to all.
This is the way it has to be until they find her safe and sound. The townsfolk are not all pleased about the decree, but they must abide by this one.
The Asparant Sniffers are large creatures with bearlike skulls, large ears to pick up vibrations, photoreceptor stares, an olfactory bulb which can taste the molecules in the air and they're so sensitive to notice temperature divergences and a tail of a scorpion.
They have enormous clawed pads, fangs, wings of strengthened feathers, they can smell genes, hormones and their outer surface is a yellowish resilient limpet teeth.
The perfect beast to discover where she went. They encircle magically reinforced chains on them held by two scouts and led by Prince Zoran and Commander Verpen the Head.
Verpen mounts his Kirov horse as his muscular body still fires the envy within the masses of youthful males, his abdominals molded faultlessly by the Creator, a scar on the left side of his cheek gives off a dangerous vibe, his biceps the size of a melon, his shoulders can haul a castle upon them, chest hair like a miniature forest, the weight of authority spilling from his pores, his oiled caramel hair slicked back with kinks at the ends and a voice like a sulfuric acid that burns through tissue.
He takes the route of the forbidden Veil and Zoran travels towards the Lake.
The sleek beauty of Kirov his arched back, the supple coat that hangs majestically on his frame. His mane unfurls in the breeze with each fluid movement.
His enormous genuine spheres feel everything. He gallops with sophistication over every tussock.
He knows his master and his master knows him. They are in sync with one another as Verpen clutches the lead rope and lands on a glint on the surface near the veil.
He jumps off the saddle and obtains this item, which turns out to be Qadira’s wedding ring. The creatures go wild, which means she was here not that long ago.
She couldn't have, could she? She wouldn't? How?,
Look get going towards the palace to produce what you found, they can figure out the rest .
Off they scamper to the estate, not knowing what to expect.
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The governor is in his library when a thump on the grain makes him jump.
In a bellowing voice he says “Enter” as he seats himself on his luxury chair.
The lady before him is Mrs. Franny Peacock as she curtseys to her sovereign and reveals in a soft voice “Your Highness, I have an important matter to discuss with you, I had seen your daughter three days ago with Mr. Tine Óg and sire I believe he is not the sort of folk a princess should converse with, he knows something but he is nowhere to be found,” she finally draws a breath and leans her head forward
Helix folds his arms and creases his brows as he replies “Mrs Peacock my thanks to you for the visit, I will certainly inquire as to why that trickster was with my child” he stands from his seat and ushers her out.
He's furious with himself for not being more attentive with his girls’ interactions.
Why would she go to such a creature?, Where is she?, What is he he up to?.
He barks for his attendant and just as the being creaks the door a magical combustion from earth transpires and at that point in time he knows in his heart that’s where she is.
How did she pass through that force field?, How are we going to get to her? and What is happening out there, is she safe?.
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