The late summer breeze carried the scent of wildflowers as the caravan wound its way through the rolling hills of the empire's heartland.
Five ornate carriages, each a masterpiece of magical engineering and artistic design, formed the core of their procession. Guards rode ahead and behind, their presence a necessity for any noble expedition, even one meant for leisure.
In the lead carriage, Mikhail sat across from Aria, who was determinedly discussing wedding arrangements despite his obvious distraction. For now, the space within Mikhail's carriage was being maintained at the normal base level, to be magically expanded after another day or so of travel.
It was after all considered bad manners in high society to immediately utilise the magically expanded interiors of a noble carriage within the first 3-5 days of a trip. Once rest stops and inns between towns were a little further away, and once polite conversations between travellers had taken shape, only then was it appropriate to indulge in the luxurious magically expanded interiors of their carriages.
Through the window, Mikhail could see the special research carriage - a heavily warded vehicle that supposedly contained sensitive magical equipment but actually housed his father's unconscious form in a stasis pod.
"You're not listening to me at all, are you?" Aria's voice cut through his thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh, forgive me. The countryside is quite distracting."
"Everything seems to distract you from wedding plans," she observed dryly. "How convenient."
Before Mikhail could respond, their carriage slowed to a stop. One of the guards approached, bowing deeply. "Your Highness, Lady Valerie requests a brief halt. Something about collecting specimens?"
"Of course she does," Aria muttered, but Mikhail was already opening the door.
Outside, Valerie knelt in a patch of unusual flowers, her research journal open beside her.
"These variations are fascinating," she said without looking up. "The magical resonance patterns suggest a mutation caused by residual energy from the Third Emperor's expansion period."
"Truly fascinating," Aria called from the carriage doorway, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Perhaps we could admire flowers that aren't holding up the entire procession?"
Lydia, emerging from the third carriage, interceded smoothly. "Actually, this seems like an excellent spot for the midday meal. The guards could use the rest, and there's a lovely stream just beyond those trees."
Soon, elaborate picnic blankets were spread across the grass, and delicacies were unpacked from magical storage containers that kept everything perfectly fresh.
Bella flitted between groups, serving tea and managing to somehow be everywhere at once.
"Your Highness," she whispered as she poured Mikhail's tea, "Lady Aria has been glaring at Lady Valerie for the past ten minutes. Should I intervene?"
"Let them be," he murmured back. "Sometimes tension needs to resolve naturally."
As if on cue, Valerie looked up from her specimen collection to find Aria standing over her. "Yes?" Valerie asked pleasantly. "Would you like to learn about magical botanical resonance?"
"I'd like to understand," Aria said carefully, "why you seem intent on delaying our journey at every opportunity."
"Scholarship waits for no one," Valerie replied. "Besides, wasn't this trip meant for relaxation? Why are you so eager to rush through it?"
Their verbal sparring might have continued, but Lydia chose that moment to announce that the specially preserved moonfruits were ready for serving. Both women's attention immediately shifted to the rare delicacy.
Later, as the sun began its descent, they made camp in a sheltered valley. The carriages formed a protective circle, with the research carriage carefully positioned where Mikhail could keep it in view.
Around the magical flameless campfire, conversation flowed more freely. Bella entertained them with stories from her childhood in the Lower City, while Lydia shared carefully edited tales from her time managing noble households.
"It's strange," Aria mused, the firelight softening her usually perfect composure. "I don't think I've ever spent this much time simply... existing. Without duties or expectations."
"That's rather sad," Valerie observed, but without her usual edge. "Everyone needs time to just be themselves."
"And who are you, really?" Aria asked. "When you're not playing the brilliant researcher or the displaced noble?"
Valerie was quiet for a moment. "I suppose I'm someone who loves learning. Who finds beauty in understanding. Who..." she glanced briefly at Mikhail before looking away. "Who wants to make her father proud."
The conversation turned to fathers, and for a moment, Mikhail felt a stab of guilt about the unconscious emperor mere yards away. But he pushed it aside. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
The next day brought them to a small lake, its waters crystal clear and inviting.
Despite initial protests about propriety, soon all five women were splashing in the shallows, their usual social barriers temporarily forgotten.
Mikhail watched from shore, reviewing council documents but actually keeping an eye on the research carriage. He couldn't help but smile at the sound of their laughter - a rare moment of genuine joy in lives usually bound by strict protocol.
The third day dawned clear and bright. They were breaking camp when a communication crystal suddenly flared to life, its urgent pulsing drawing everyone's attention.
Wei the Unbreakable's face appeared in the crystal's depths, his expression grave. "Prince Mikhail, you must return to the capital immediately. The Emperor has vanished."
The camp erupted into chaos. Guards drew weapons, scanning for threats. Aria gasped in shock while Valerie's face paled as she thought of what this might mean for her father's case.
"Impossible," Mikhail declared, his voice carrying the authority of an Imperial Councilor. "The healing wing is the most secure location in the empire. How could this happen?"
"We don't know," Wei's image replied. "But as a member of the imperial family, you must be protected. I'm sending an escort-"
"No," Mikhail cut him off. "I'm safer away from the capital right now. Whoever took Father might target the rest of the family next. Out here, my location is unknown."
"Your Highness, I must insist-"
"You forget yourself, Guardian," Mikhail's voice turned cold. "I am a member of the Imperial Council. I will not be ordered about like a child. We will continue our journey as planned, maintaining irregular movements to avoid being tracked. That is final."
Wei's image flickered with frustration, but he could not deny Mikhail's authority. "At least allow me to send additional guards-"
"Which would only draw attention to our location. No. Maintain focus on finding Father. I will contact you if I notice anything suspicious."
After the crystal darkened, the camp was silent for a long moment. Finally, Aria spoke: "Should we... should we really continue? With everything that's happening?"
"Especially with everything that's happening," Mikhail replied. "We're safer moving than staying still. And right now, distance from the capital is our best protection."
As they resumed their journey, Mikhail caught Lydia watching him thoughtfully. Of all of them, she was the most likely to suspect something. But her loyalty was absolute - if she had doubts, she would keep them to herself.
In the research carriage, the Emperor's stasis pod hummed softly, its future-tech systems masked by conventional magical signatures.
Mikhail could feel Aurora's presence in his Personal Dimension Space. The heist had gone off without a hitch.
What he had to do now was maintain the illusion of normalcy and keep his strange family of noble ladies safe from the chaos about to engulf the capital.
The caravan continued south, while behind them, the greatest manhunt in imperial history began.