~ One - Season IV ~

My jaw clenched as my hands curled into fists.

The letter, now but a crumpled ball, encased within my hands.

Whoever did this, whoever took Laura by force, they would regret the very day they plotted against me.

“Your Highness,” one of the servants groaned.

His call pulled me out of my dark thoughts and made me rush back to him. As I arrived before him, he tried to sit properly but his body was too weak from all the beatings that they received.

“Please… Your Highness,” his teeth gritted as he tried to speak through his groans, “Forgive me.”

“Forgive you? For what?” I asked. He attempted to speak once again. But he stopped as soon as the pain caught up with him. “Good sir,” I put my hand behind his back, my other hand by his arm, “You mustn’t try to stand. You are badly wounded.”

“Your Highness… we tried… to protect her,” he continued to struggle as he spoke. “But… before we could get to her… we were… surrounded… by the masked men,” he explained.

Masked men? This could only mean