"Igna, where is Igna?"
"My lady, please, you don't understand," hurried an attendant, "-the king has asked not to be disturbed."
"I don't care," Minerva threw her arms, "-I need to see him," the menacing presence stormed a quaint little observatory. The white figure was illuminated by the moonlight unglued from a massive telescope, turning the pale yet handsome visage. A kind smile unraveled.
"Minerva, how goes it?"
"Don't," she rose her hand, "-we need to talk, privately."
"Okay," he motioned to the guard, who, with a courteous bow, left.
Things leading to the current predicament were best relayed by Stephanie and he knew what Minerva wanted.
