The door shut behind Penelope with a click, followed by a buzzing sound that let her know the room was secured. She knew that the man sitting, handcuffed to the table in the middle of the otherwise barren room was no threat to her - or anyone else for that matter - but she still felt a thrill of fear as she met his sombre gaze.
“Penelope…” Prince Reginald said, his voice soft. His lips parted, as if he wanted to speak - but like her he wasn’t really sure what to say.
What did you say to your only daughter at a time like this?
“The funeral service was nice.” Penelope said as she took a seat across from Reginald. “I’m sorry we couldn’t convince them to let you attend.”
“It was for the best.” Reginald replied evenly. “It would have been inappropriate for the King’s murderer to attend his
