One week later, the Palace of Tryllin

"There's got to be something we can do Father!" I explode, pacing back and forth, wringing my hands over and over.

"Darling, we're tracking down any suspicious movement at this moment, and the Wardens have a lead."

"Really?" I jump at the opportunity, desperate, oh so desperate for any sliver of information.

"A rumour's been spreading around that a group of Rebels are forming, and causing minor incidents around the cities." He wearily closes his eyes, running a hand through his hair. I melt at the tiredness in his actions, and step over to him.

"We're going to stop them, ok?" I convince him. "No matter what, you know our Crown was designed to protect and rule, so that is what we'll do. Protect and rule." I smile lovingly at him, then back out his study. "Protect and rule."

~

Wearing Shadow cloaks, Jordan and I prowl around the busy, bustling streets of Tryllin, listening for whispers of the Rebel group, incognito of course. My hair covered by a brown wig, and my face slathered in unnecessary quantities (Jordan did both), I almost blended in with the common people. Purchasing the odd loaf of bread or two, keeping my hood over my face, Jordan and I chatted up the stall people.

"Do you ever hear things?" I inquire, "I suppose someone who is so knowledgeable as you would have heard rumours of groups rising to power?" Jordan coughs, hiding a laugh, and I kick him in the shins. Hard.

"Well my girl, you see, people will think that they've got a hand in this matter, they do, so that's what they come talking about to ol'Mathilda, mark me words." Her blue eyes crinkled as she smiled, her weathered skin stretching as her lips widened, and she rearranged the brown potatoes in her crate as she leaned in conspiratively. "They say that they're hiding out in the old docks-that they just steal poor people's things, nothin' big, but last week Tilly," she nods to the young girl selling beautiful jewellery across the street, "Her dad, e' got robbed, e' did. Most of their stuff gone, save for them working tools."

I nodded in response, buying a few potatoes, slip her tip, earning myself another beaming smile as I add them to my ever-growing pile of food. After that, we carry on, making our way down the dusty street and question more people, and they all respond with the same thing: "The old docks."

Jordan and I slip into a side street, and murmur our thoughts of our findings, discussing and arguing with each other like an old married couple.

"If we do-"

"Well we have to-"
"I'm right."

"No, you're-"

"Ahem."

"Ok, fine."

Finally, we come to an agreement. We make our way down to the docks, and we see what we can find. No confronting, no 'epic battles' (honestly, Jordan is still ridiculously childish.). We ambled casually down to the old docks, and  pause outside the door of Warehouse No. 1.

"After you, milady." He bows mockingly as he opens the creaky door.

"So says the coward." I smirk, lifting my head loftily, and enter the warehouse. And gasped at what I see.

Kaiden

Far away, in the monotonous silence of the hospital room, a beep sounds and eyes flicker open.

A/N the only reason I updated was because a very kind person asked in the comments! Love y'all,
Dommie