The taxi cruised steadily along the wet roads, carrying the group toward Truns. The border wasn't far, Marka was a small kingdom, easy to pass through if you knew what you were doing.
They kept their heads down, the weight of what they had just gone through slowly settling in. But they were moving. That was all that mattered now.
Back at Ruby Airport, chaos had already begun to unravel.
The assistant stood in the center of the terminal, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, eyes wide with disbelief. The third prince and second princess were gone. Just… gone.
He had gone over the plane twice. Every seat. Every possible hiding place. But there was no sign of them.
They had been tricked.
"Impossible," he muttered under his breath, pacing as he redialed Interim King Obinna's number for the third time.
The call connected.
"Well?" came Obinna's voice, sharp and impatient.
