Olga ran as fast as her legs could take her towards her mother's room. She would have gone directly to the king's chambers but she did not know where they were.
"Mama! Mama!" she yelled while pulling the door open.
"You must wake up! We must go to the king. Rose is in trouble!". Immediately rousing from her deep sleep, the Princess threw off her blankets. She knew that something must be very serious if Olga used the healing girl's real name instead of the nickname Olga had given her.
Quickly, she threw on her robe. All the time Olga was almost to the point of tears. Pain flushed through the Princess. Mothers always hurt when their children hurt.
"We will get your father first," the Princess said. But Olga shook her head vehemently.
"NO! There is no time! Have a servant call him. Please Mama, puh… please," Olga cried. So the Princess and Olga roused the guard at the chamber door.
"Take us to the King's chamber at once!" the Princess commanded, "then alert my husband and bring him to us,". Though he looked confused, he was wise enough not to question the Princess. Taking a torch from the wall, he led the two royals to King Wendell's chamber. He was explaining the situation to the guard posted outside of Wendell's chamber when Olga pushed past them both. She was banging on the door.
"King Wendell! King Wendell! Please awaken! Rose is in trouble! Rose is in trouble!" with every word Olga's voice cracked a little more.
The guards looked at each other in consternation. They were supposed to stop this sort of this thing, but the girl was 11. Finally Princess Laetitia stepped in. She gently pulled Olga from the door.
"Cherie, let the guards fetch him. We will wait here for your father," she said soothingly. The little girl stepped back and into her mother's arms. The guards shot a thankful look at the Princess before one of them rushed into Wendell's room.
It seemed like it took an eternity for Wendell to emerge from his room. Prince Adrien came rushing to his wife and daughter just a few minutes before the King emerged. The four royals made a strange sight. All of them were in their night robes, the disheveled look of sleep clinging to each of them.