A wave of
shock ripples through the crowd as they realise what's just been
said.
Before
anyone can react further, twelve trolls march into the ball room,
taking up positions around the crowd.
“These
fine trolls,” the MC declares, “Are here to ensure your safety
during these most unsettled and confusing times.”
“What's
her name?” Robert finds himself shouting. “This girl,” he
points to the portrait, “Who you'd commit these horrendous acts
for, what's her name?”
“She
didn't say,” the prince speaks for the first time.
“No, she
wouldn't,” Robert spits, “Not to someone who'd do such despicable
things. Her name is Fiona, and you can't marry her, even if she does
turn up.”
“Arrest
that man,” the MC barks at the trolls.
“Arrest
me all you like,” Robert gloats, “She's still MY wife.”
