The lads returned from the street feast, and a troop of guards took Hux under siege.
Luna clawed Wilmore's arm, pleading with her eyes asking him to help them.
Wilmore put her hand down gently and took out his sword, "dare to touch him, if you want to die."
Nemo and Eliot followed him, unsheathing swords.
They stepped ahead and one of the guards knelt for him.
"We must take them to the Queen."
The palace was serene and not noisy like other days. The clouds were surging the sky from the west side.
"For what reason?"
"We don't know, your highness. The Queen would want to meet them."
Huxley put his hand on the prince's shoulder.
"I can handle it, I broke the law and didn't inform her first. I can bear it."
Wilmore couldn't resist as long as it was his wish to take the responsibility in his heart.
"Natasha, take your lady to the tower, I'll go with them."
