Cesidia nods to the prince. "Thank you for your help." She turns to Dharichar with a frown. "But you're my fiance, and I'm not asking you to be the best of friends, but at least on polite speaking terms."
Cesidia nods, mentally taking note of the answers. "I meant the goblin prince. The one that took Petunia, is he different from his predecessor in any way you noticed?" She looks at Dharichar. "She won't hate you much longer. She, like so many others, simply misjudged you."
Cesidia reaches the throne room, panting. "Your highness, I came as quickly as I could. How long has she been gone? Who took her? Which way did they go? Do we have an idea where she's being held? Have any men been sent out to get her? Of course there had been... but they weren't successful were they? Did they come back? Are there any notable differences between this prince and the previous king? We'll get the princess back safely, I promise."