High King Peter was trying to steady his breath, remembering what Orieus told him during training, "You can get nothing accomplished if you cannot control yourself."
However, the little control that he had was slowly slipping away. He turned to his subjects, and asked in a shaky voice, "What do you mean she is missing?" The royal guard shifted nervously under the icy blue glare of the High King, and none spoke.
"Perhaps I need to repeat myself." he nearly growled, "Who allowed Queen Lucy to go missing when we are at WAR?!"
The guard flinched as though they had all been struck, and many took a small step back from the irate king. "We are so sorry, my liege." whispered a shaking faun, "No stone shall be unturned." Peter look grimly down at the young faun and said in a voice laced with rage,
"I should hope not, my good cousin. I should hope not."