Everyone has been called into the Throne Room.
The Head of the Guard, Jason Leger, is standing at a podium, a screen for the press behind him. He gulps, obviously nervous, and starts. "Hello everyone, and thank you for coming on such short notice. Now, I have some bad news." He sucks in a breath and his voice shakes as he says the next words, "Crown Prince Noah Andrew Schreave has been kidnapped by the northern rebels." He paused, letting the news sink in.
"He was taken by force in the night, and our detectives are saying that sleeping powder was shoved down his throat. We have reason to suspect Head Chef Gavin Blackaby in aiding the rebels and even letting them escape. Our forces are searching everywhere, and all of our time and effort will go into finding Prince Noah."
   Suddenly the lights go out, and the screen behind Jason flickers to life. A blonde girl with a maniacal smile is in view, and a sickly Noah in the background.

"Hello, People of Illéa. I am the leader of the Northern Rebels. And here, is your future king." She guestures to Noah, restrained in a chair. "Not so powerful now, huh?" She smirks and sits down, "So, Illéa, I have a proposition for you. Give us part of the government, or Princey Boy.." she trails off, then laughs evilly. "Well, you get the idea. You have until September 15th. Don't leave me waiting!" She finishes. But Noah starts to yell before the camera is turned off. "No! Don't do it! Please! Trust me, I'm better off de-" The girl punches him, and the camera shuts off

Hehehehehehehehehehehe I'm so evil