Roland entered the top floor, where all the royal rooms where, rubbing a hand over his face. The Selection was turning out to be far more difficult than he had thought. He wondered his own parents had worked this hard.

He glanced down the hall and frowned. Mae's door was open. Odd. Maids usually kept it shut, especially in cool weather.

He shook his head and pushed into the bedroom he shared with his wife, and he instantly went in high alert. . The room was a disaster. Furniture was overturned, curtains were ripped, papers strewn. His hand drifted down to the dagger he carried. It was mostly decorative but would work until he could call for a guard. He scanned the room again- the only thing left alone was the bed.

No-that wasn't right. There was parchment on it. He hesitantly approached the bed, and picked up the paper. His stomach twisted-it couldn't be true.

He darted from the room, forgetting all hesitation from earlier, and ran down the hall to his daughter's room. His heart dropped when he saw it. It was trashed like his and Hestia's and Valencia was nowhere to be seen.

Roland saw red as the realization hit him. The rebels had taken his daughter. He stormed down the hall, and was met by a guard.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" He asked, Boeing.

"Princess Valencia is gone." He said, his voice angry. "Shut down the castle. Call a meeting of royals and Selected. Send men to the village. I want to know who saw what. But first send my family to me." He all but shouted.

The guard stared for a moment, trying to process everything. His eyes widened. "Yes Your Majesty." He said, and all but sprinted down the hall.

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As a Selected you've been collected and sent to the throne room, with no explanation, and tension is thick. You have been informed the royal family will be making an announcement within the next half hour.

As a Royal King Roland has gathered you all upstairs, and you are reading the letters left for you.

Main chain for each.