Kijani groaned as she slowly came back from her semi-conscious state. The immense pressure was gone. Eskel’s sheets smelled like royal spring-blossoms. “Oof. That was not as fake as it looked. The Emperor is…” She shook her head, not even able to explain the depth of that fear. “Let’s just say, he’s bad news. I don’t know how he knows about Adam. Worse, my father is going to be dragged into this mess. I…” She inhaled slow, breathed out. Trying to bat away the anxiety gnawing at her stomach.

“I’m not sure what the best plan is. My father is all I’ve got left of my family. I don’t want to risk him getting hurt.” Her pragmatic side was peeking out. Every royal, even one like Eskel who had it relatively easy up until now, knew that one day they would have to make sacrifices. 

“As for Adam, I trust he can handle himself. If something happened, I would know.” She knew that without a doubt. “Now, tell me about everyone that still works here. We’re going to need some allies, no matter how big or small they are.”