Standing off to the side and behind the Prince, Dearly Beloved, his newest devotee, by choice or not, glared at the Princess and when she heard the dreaded words, she shrieked in dismay. Screaming her rage and feelings of betrayal, she was quickly surrounded by grim guards, dressed in black loose pants, tucked in leg wraps, with short-robes over tunics of crimson. Each one carried a long boken with a blade at the end.

Stifling her screams, she was hustled out of the audience room. As she struggled, one of them touched her on the back of the neck, just behind her left ear and she immediately went limp. Snearing in contempt, he signaled two other guards to carry her to a cell where they threw her down on a bed of straw. She came to just in time to hear the heavy door thud shut and the key being turned in the lock.

DB does just seem to go from one crises to another, doesn't she? I think she's addicted to them! Sorry!