After all that romance, I believe it's time for some drama. From Chapter 22: the screams of a young lady have brought his majesty's castellan, Lord Hubert, to a particular bedchamber in the palace. It is he who speaks.
"You there,” he indicated a page standing within view. “Go at once to the king, then to the queen and Lord and Lady St. Robert. Tell them to come as soon as they can but nothing more except that it is I who sent for them.”
He knelt by one of the ladies on the floor and put his hand over her mouth and nose. She still breathed. He moved to the other, her breath was weaker but she lived yet. He rose again and motioned to one of the men he recognized. “Take a few men, locate every member of the royal family that you can, do it quietly."
Lest anyone wonder, it's poison and one of the victims is a princess. I actually haven't written much past this point and I'm hoping that posting it will give me renewed incentive to get back to work on the draft. Now, off I go to visit my fellow Weekend Writing Warriors.