Aftermath

"Of all things. . . Dalia, pick up that glass please." Sakura indicated the glass scattered along the floor. The servant rushed over to pick it up. This was awful. Everything was going great! Except . . . for minor bumps, but that was easily remedied. 

"Oh, for the love of gods, please,  be careful with that!" Could things get any worse!

Of course it could. Just then, a servant approached her, three children trailing after her. They had been crying, the evidence of tears clear on their face. She recognized them, they were Alice's daughter, Charlotte's. Where was she?

"Your highness," the servant bowed before continuing, "we found these children when the creature attacked. There is no sign of the mother, nor the father."

That raised alarms, Charlotte was not one to leave her children unattended. Especially when a creature like that had attacked them. 

"Have the children eaten?"

"No, your highness."

"Take them to the kitchen and prepare their breakfast. Anything they want." That seemed to brighten their faces up a bit. The two little girls laughed as they ran after the maid, the little boy didn't seem fairly interested though.

Sakura kneeled infront of the little boy. She gave him a  warm smile, "What wrong, little one?" 

The boy had his thumb in his mouth, she could see that he was trying to retain his tears. 

"I want mommy, and daddy." Of course he did. It was natural for a child to begin to wonder where their parents are. This was about the time that Charlotte would wake them, make them breakfast. This was breaking his routine and he didn't like change.

"I know, darling, don't worry. I will find them, ok?" He smiled in response and gave her a loving hug. 

"Ok!" Then he was off, bounding after the maid and his siblings. 

As soon as he was out of sight, Sakura rushed up the stairs, tracking Alice's and Raige's scent to a room far down the west hall. She knew what they had done last night. Most couples had gone off to enjoy their mates, now the trick was to get them out of bed without scaring them with the thought that something could have happened to their daughter.