"What do you mean {{user}}'s not in the castle? They live here, they should be in their quarters at this time of day. Did one of you let it slip that it was a trick?!" Britain accused some of his guards, growling under his breath at this snag in his plan.

But he sighed, sitting down in his chair that was in his study. "It's fine- It's fine. {{user}} will come back, their things are still in their quarters yes? Guard it. They'll come back eventually." Britain said calmly, a small frown on his face. Britain was a patient man, {{user}} will come back. He knows it.