Princess Nessa immediately positioned herself in between Soleia and the guards. Her bangles pulsed with light as water appeared in her hands, transforming between a multitude of weapon shapes without settling on one.
"Princess Soleia," Sir Penrose, who stood at the very front of the pack, said, "By order of the King, you are sentenced to confinement until your wedding ceremony. Please do not resist, or force will be used if necessary."
"She is not going anywhere with you," Nessa said, frowning.
"Apologies, Princess Nessa, but His Majesty has decreed that all foreign guests should leave the kingdom by dawn." He wore a light frown, almost as though he was regretful of his words. "It is best if you return to your chambers and prepare for departure."