Aira’s POV
“Your Highness,” one of the guards at Blanche’s door called. “He’s gone home.”
Gone home? I pushed open Knox’s door in disbelief, but, sure enough, his bed was made and his luggage was gone.
The dresser and vanity were clear of any personal items, and the bathroom had nothing but our generic guest soaps in it.
I stepped out and went to the only other place I could think of.
“Him as well, Your Highness,” the guard said when I pushed open Aaron’s door. His room was the same.
“What? When? Why?” I asked, my heart pounding. My fingers fidgeted at my sides.
“About an hour ago, Your Highness,” the guard replied from down the hall in front of Blanche’s room. “I’m afraid Princess Blanche has been crying ever since. King Olwen wouldn’t let her leave with them.”
“Couldn’t tell you why t……
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