"Prince Conrad, tests have returned revealing that the poison was made from a rare flower, the 'Shira', which is found only in the northern kingdom." The King's eyes were hard and emotionless as he stared at the Prince. "Until there is further evidence about the assassination attempt on my mistress and daughter, you will be guarded in your chambers."
"Father! That is outrageous-"
"Enough," King Osian snapped, glaring at his daughter and then back at Conrad.
"You are imprisoning my fiancé. The Prince of Hatherland. You know how this will affect-"
"I said enough, Evanna. Do not engage in matters you have no control of." King Osian interrupted; he did not raise his voice, nor did it tremble, but the tone stopped his daughter from arguing like she usually would. He turned his head back to Conrad. "This is for your own protection."
