Levis hung from Robert's collar, his body limp with exhaustion and grief. Around them, the world was a blur of smoke and flashing cameras. Suddenly, King Stuar's phone vibrated violently in his pocket. He pulled it out to see a message from an unknown number:
[URGENT: STUAR FAMILY NEEDS TO HIDE IMMEDIATELY.]
The King stared at the screen, his blood running cold. Before he could process the warning, his phone rang. It was King Alexander.
"Stuar! You and your family need to get out of the city now!" Alexander's voice was strained, stripped of its usual royal calm. "If you don't move, you're all going to prison!"
"What? Paa, what are you talking about?" Stuar stammered.
