6:30am, Zipfarah's Palace.

"Emma, you can't be seen anywhere out of these walls..." Prescott tried to advise Emma for the umpteenth time. She was bending down to fix the lace of the tennis shoes which Lily had brought for her some minutes ago. They were all preparing to meet the Queen. She had called for a royal meeting, which also involved the elders.

"Prescott, I have to go. He is in trouble." She said, standing up from the bed, as she was done with her dress up. Her eyes ...