*Loral*

Yawning, I stretched my arms over my head. When I got out of bed, I slipped my robe on and went to the parlor of my wing. A breakfast tray was already laid out with the morning paper on top.

I grabbed a mug of coffee and sipped it as I read the newspaper headline.

‘Prince of Kirlend Leads Investigation of International Trafficking.’

Just below that, there was a subheading.

‘Avealon Citizens Assisted in ...