"And my brothers? Where are my brothers?" The Princess asked her uncle with her tears-stained face?
"Your brothers are in the neighboring nation of Orika," said Lady Precelle as she walked into the room with a haughty face.
She was dressed in a raven black dress which stole the show with the dainty flowers which were placed all over the frock that glided all the way to the floor.
A black brocade hat was placed diagonally on her hair and the ropes were tied at her chin to hold it in place.
"Rotting without a single clue of what happened to their sweet family," Lady Precelle completed with an unremorseful look on her face.
"What did you do to them?" the Princess spat.
"Nothing, they just have a very slim chance of coming back home because they are locked up in a cell at the capital," Lady Precelle shrugged.
The Princess kept her head down and said nothing. She had no more strength in her to argue or scream at them in anger.
