The Cryptic Writing Language

In Persia, Prince Bane was seen pacing in his throne room.

Prince Bane had received a confirmation from his uncle, Xavier, that the lady that got married to the Vandersar Princes was indeed an Usynol.

''I'm afraid son, but your fears were right. The girl is an Usynol, a full blown Usynol.'' Xavier sat at the royal desk and watched his nephew pacing with worry.

''I told you already, Uncle Xavier. I had no doubt about it from the onset that the lady was an Usynol. Those Princes were not allowed to get married or have a girlfriend since they were born. They remained virgins for so long, only for them to eventually get married to just anyone? I told you, the lady is and has always been an Usynol.'' Prince Bane was speaking with so much force that his uncle thought he would brust open.

''What are we going to do now?'' Xavier asked, going straight to the point.

Prince Bane looked at his uncle with worry and shrugged.

''I'm afraid, Uncle Xavier. I'm afraid, I don't know what we are going to do.'' Prince Bane replied with sincerity.

''That's unlike you to admit. I believe that you are under a lot of pressure just from the reply you gave.''

''Have you heard from your woman? Sent. What's she doing out there? I thought she was supposed to make the union go away somehow?'' Xavier tried to sound cool so that Prince Bane would also have it cool, but Prince Bane was so beside himself, one would think that he had lost someone.

''Obviously, she failed. I don't know why she is still there if she has failed in her task. She said somethign about seducing the Princes to break the bond with the Usynol lady, but I would love to think that she has been rejected by the Princes if not, by now there would have been news from Magus about the infidelity.'' Prince Bane managed to sit back down on his throne, but his legs could not keep still as he crossed one leg over the other, and then adjusted to the other leg seconds later continuously.

''Take it easy, nephew. Nothing good comes out of anxiety. Just take a deep breath and try and think about the next move. We can win. You are still the Prince of the eight kingdoms. Think of something that would make the Vandersar family unable to come to you. A law or something. Think of something that you can tweak.'' Xavier was being helpful and while he was advising Prince Bane on how to go about the issue, he appeared to also be thinking hard about what to do.

''That reminds me. I don't know how you can use this information to the best, but I heard just before I left Magus, that the Usynol girl is a wanted criminal and managed to escape from the police into the Vandersar palace. The police are even claiming that she is a fake Usynol, and that it was all part of her ploy to run away.''

While Xavier was breaking that news to Prince Bane, the young Prince appeared to be very much interested in the news as his eyes widened with each reality that his uncle revealed to him.

''What am I hearing?'' Prince Bane sat up.

''Right. There's problem there already. Someone has carried trouble to them. Apparently, you are not the only one that is against the union.'' Xavier was also more energized when he saw that his nephew was enjoying his message.

''Okay, if she's wanted, she should be in jail, shouldn't she?'' Prince Bane said and grabbed his feather pen to write a direct order to seize Margaret from the Vandersar palace.

''I knew you had it in you.'' Xavier was excited.

All the Princes before you all had heavy responsibilities that would cost them one of the kingdoms to deal with, but they all made the right decisions and kept all eight kingdoms under us. I knew yours wouldn't be any different. You are your father's son.'' Xavier praised his nephew.

''Uncle Xavier, give this to the transporter to deliver it to the Vandersar palace immediately. Tell him to take as many police guards as he wants. They should take the imposter into detention, since she's a wanted criminal.'' Prince Bane stamped the order.

Xavier chuckled.

''I will join the Transporter and the police to the palace, just to ensure that things go right.'' Xavier was happy that his nephew had stepped up to the task.

''What did you say, Margaret?'' Barry was behind the drama and heard Margaret refer to one of the men at the door as her foster father.

Margaret rolled her eyes. She thought that she had escaped from the grip of the man but fame had led him back to her. Just one day outside and he had traced her to the palace.

Prince Harry's eyes grew dark instantly. So that was the man that was giving Margaret a hard time and made her look so pale. Wow.

''Margaret is not an imposter. We have confirmed her.'' Prince Harry spoke up dismissively. His eyes nearly burned a hold in the eyes of Margaret's foster father as hate almost drowned the man into the ground.

''That is not the name I know her mother as.'' Margaret's foster father astarted to claim that he took Margaret directly from her parents instead of the orphanage.

Margert's eyes widened.

Indeed, there was trouble brewing.

Barry whispered something into his older brother's ear from behind, and immediately, Prince Harry's countenance lit up a bit. But then it dropped drastically again even though only Barry could notice it as the oldest Prince did not put his vulnerability on display.

Prince Harry would have informed the police that they were able to identify Margaret because she was able to decode a cryptic writing, but the cryptic writing was a secret between the Vandersar and Usylon families. It was their private way of communication.

One thousand years ago, when the Vandersar and Usylon ancestors that signed the pact were being hunted, they formed this cryptic way of communication between themselves and taht was how they were able to communicate while they were in different places hiding from the then Prince Of Persia.

The cryptic writing language spread across their descendants until it became part of the families culture and rites.

If Prince Harry dared to expose the existence of the Cryptic Writing Language, it would expose the famiies major vulnerability.