The alarm was sounded. Voices shouted. Guards! Guards! Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridors of the palace. The Crown Prince and the Royal Princesses were herded into the nursery under heavy guard. All entrances and exits were closed. King GarGar and Queen Pirouette left their individual suites and were united in the Royal Chapel, there to embrace.
“Who could have done such a thing?” Ask the Queen with a shudder.
“I don’t know, my love.” Answered the King in a low voice. “But when we unmask him, there will be hell to pay!”
Witchcraft was afoot in the palace. Some fiend, in the hopes of destroying the King and Queen’s marriage, had left a pair of scissors underneath their marriage bed. The culprit, when discovered, would no doubt be committed to the flames.