The next moves were swift as the wind. Karl personally escorted Louise back to the villa, while her few personal belongings were quickly packed.
The Princess's maidservant and several of the most trustworthy guards were also permitted to accompany her. Nothing was done with great fanfare, but internal security had already been raised to the highest level.
Never mind whether it might startle the snake in the grass or spoil the plan of casting a long line to catch a big fish—protecting the Princess's absolute safety was the first priority.
The entrance to the bank's underground shelter was hidden and secure, requiring passage through several heavy iron doors and inspections by guards.
When Louise, accompanied by Karl and a tight security detail, stepped into this spacious underground area that somehow did not feel stifling, she was somewhat surprised.
This was not the dark cellar she had imagined. The ventilation system was excellent, the air fresh. Oil lamps embedded in the walls gave off a steady, gentle light, thick carpets covered the floor, and the furnishings were simple yet comfortable. There was even a small indoor courtyard planted with shade-loving vegetation, letting in a little natural light.
They passed through a short corridor and arrived at a relatively spacious area arranged as a sitting room. Warm flames danced in the fireplace, driving away the chill they had brought in from outside. Then Louise saw them.
Charlotte was sitting on the rug by the fireplace, her back to the entrance, head lowered as though she were intently looking at something.
She wore a light gray wool dress suited for the home, her short golden hair gleaming softly in the firelight.
In her arms, she held a tiny infant wrapped in soft swaddling clothes, gently teasing him with a finger. The lines of