A Toy's Only Wish (Part 3)

Fairies in the Tonglurd palace were very busy. Police roamed the city asking questions.
“Where was it you last saw Princess Serraine?”
“Did she tell you where she was going, or why?”
“Where does she like to be?”
“When was the last time you saw her?”
Some people wept and mourned. Some rejoiced because they were happy their family was safe. Messengers were sent out at once to all the surrounding districts and countries to see if Serraine had fled there. Most had returned with no luck. Except for one, who still had not returned. He had gone to Dahskkan du Gufeld II.
Serraine’s mother was upset. Her father was angry.
“We had her engaged and were about to tell her, when she just runs off like this!” he roared. His wife tried to comfort him by saying, “Oh, darling, she didn’t know!” It was no use. The king could not be comforted.
Then, two days later, the messenger from Dahskkan du Gufeld II returned. Everyone gathered around him to hear the news.
“Ladies and gentlemen from the mountains of Tonglurd, I bring you good news! I have found the Princess Serraine, son of King Robert II!” announced the messenger, “She was found at an inn owned by a dwarf named Quadren. A personal friend of the King, they say. Anyway, I saw her there, talking to him, she didn’t notice me though. I say we send in soldiers, to bring her back!”
“No!” said a voice from the crowd, “Let her stay! She left for a reason!”
“You can’t just let her stay!” exclaimed another, “She may starve! We need to take her secretly, like at night!”
“No!” rumbled a voice from the back. Everyone turned to see who it was. “I will think about it myself, and make the decision on my own, if I may ask that of you! And you sir,” he said to the messenger, “I’d like to speak with you.” It was the king. He turned and walked steadily to his castle. The messenger followed close behind.
That evening, the king spoke to the messenger:
“She was in Dahskkan du Gufeld II, you say?”
“Yes, your majesty.”
“What would she be doing there?”
“I don’t know, your majesty. Maybe to get her wish.” The king snapped his fingers.
“That’s it!” he exclaimed excitedly, “Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, remind me to make you a member of the Royal Council!” The king patted him on the back and hurried out of the room.