Josceline looked down at Madison as she bandaged her hand, ignoring Allenâ€™s request to go see her father. The alcohol stung as she wrapped the bandage carefully around her tiny hands. When she was done Josceline smiled a little, now she would not bleed all over the place. She got up slowly from the chair she was in and looked at Allen. â€œAlright, I will go and see him now. Lead the way.â€<br/><br/>Josceline kept a few feet away from Allen as they walked down the hall towards her fatherâ€™s room. She was readying herself, composing herself so her father would not fuss over her hands being bandaged. They got to the door and she quickly put on a smile and walked in. The king looked peaceful in his bed, a sleepy like grin on his face. Something felt wrong. Josceline ran to the side of the bed and grabbed her fatherâ€™s hand. â€œFather?â€ she questioned softly so only he could hear, â€œFather?â€ Her voice grew louder as he did not answer. â€œFather! Allen heâ€™s not responding. Where is that fool Fletcher? He left him; anyone could have come in and slipped the King something. Father!â€ She fell to her knees by the bed unable to hold her tears back. He was dead. How could this be?<br/><br/>â€œAllen, the person who did this might still be in the castle. Search the grounds, the city if you have to! Do not come back to me till you find the person who did this! Do you understand me? Go!â€ she yield, making sure the whole castle could hear her. Whoever did this was going to pay, and she was going to make sure of it.