Tyrith stepped closer to the throne and spoke as quietly as he dared. "Lord Selester has sent word your sister Celia never returned to her chambers last evening, and the princesses--" He stopped. When Toria had not been much older, he'd been given similar news. It had not been his most stoic moment. He met his goodbrother's eyes.
"Majesty, your daughters are gone as well. I have already begun the search, but with the unrest last evening..." Tyrith let that sentence hang unfinished and bowed his head to William, awaiting the Regent's decision.