"Prince Harold... how is he?" Tyra asked weakly.
"He has been unconscious. He was badly wounded–"
"Why? Is he going to be okay?" Tyra asked as she began to cry.
"He is Prince Harold. We are sure he can survive this. There is something more important." Susan leaned closer and asked, "The maid with you that night... did she look suspicious? Is there anything you can remember about her?"
Tyra shook her head as she answered, "I had never met her privately before until that night. She begged me that she wanted to stay back during the hunt, but she could not think of any excuses to give."
"Why did she want to stay back?" Susan questioned her curiously.
"She... was afraid everyone would know she was an Omega," Tyra responded timidly.
"What? She is an Omega? How did she get to work here then?" Susan asked, surprised.
So what now?