Sheila’s POV

Time seemed to move in slow motion till it was time to present the young Prince to the guests. My son’s nanny was sent to bring him forth, but when she returned she did without him.

She looked fidgeting, her eyes clouded in tears, her body shaking out of fright. A realization hit me. Hope I’m wrong and it’s nothing.

“Where's my son?” I screamed.

“He… he is gone.” Her eyes fell to the ground.

Tagon interjected, “Gone? To where?”

“He isn’t in his baby cot and the shawl is lost. He has been kidnapped.” She burst into tears.

An echo banged in my chest. “Ni…ko…”

Tagon springs...