The King stalked in the throne room, unable to sit still and with the presence of the remaining people around him. They numbered around a hundred or so people, from the loftiest Lords to the humblest handmaiden that worked in the castle.
It was a cruel joke to put him in this stupid situation again—putting people in a room together and trying to figure out who conspired against the Kingdom of Hearts and the King and Queen?
Madness.
Just plain madness.
He could see it in their eyes, the way the people doubted him at this very hour. A small group of twenty assassins had been initially sent to deal with the Queen, but now its number had risen to how much?
The information in his hands was not enough.
Simply getting here had made him anxious. Alexander had to lead Alice through corpses that littered into the hallways before the young woman ran into the arms of Rosalyn's brother.
Who would have thought of such a thing?
