Bang!
The ornate fountain pen bounced off the desk and crashed to the floor after being flung in a fit of rage. Ink splattered across the floor, and the stains ruined several important documents on the desk. Every one of those documents was directly related to some project currently underway in the Plantagenet Kingdom, and indirectly affected the lives of tens of thousands of people.
A ruler had to take such matters seriously. But even the most rational person had their weaknesses. Right now, King Louis could hardly bring himself to care about any of that.
After attending Queen Fleur's coronation and spending several days in the Empire of Sangha, visiting the Holy City of the Dead Moon, he was now aboard his fleet, sailing through the Strait of Castile toward Greeny Island. It was meant to bring to a close what had been an excessively long journey for a king. But just after passing through the strait, he received news that could hardly have been worse, and all the good cheer he'd gained from his diplomatic successes vanished.
His daughter was missing.
She had vanished within his own kingdom, under the protection of the Plantagenet Kingdom's fleet, on a sea that should have been echoing with praise for the royal family.
Countess Margaret, the child's mother, had fainted. Queen Elizabeth was looking after her in the cabin. But as the child's father, King Louis had to show the dignity and resolve of both the head of his family and the head of his nation in this moment of crisis.
"I have more than two hundred ships! And yet the one carrying my daughter has disappeared. In my own territory, in the waters of the Plantagenet Kingdom, under the protection of my so-called elite navy! If this hadn't come from