Queen Mazarine paced back and forth in the throne room. The Council and the courtiers were doing little if anything to help her find Ian. All the Court meetings she had held were useless, she just hoped today's meeting would be an exception.
The Advisor stood up and cleared his throat but he didn't speak. His lips were pressed into a thin line. Mazarine could see he was contemplating on whether to speak or not.
"Do you have anything to say Advisor Isaac?" Queen Mazarine asked nonchalantly.
"Yes I do Your Majesty. As your legal personal Advisor, I think it's best to impose a lockdown in Ailton immediately and let the search for His Highness commence!" The bumptious old man said and then sat down, his head slightly tilted back, proud of his wisdom.
