Twenty minutes had passed, and Lizademus set his eyes on Dayla, who was picking petals off a daisy under the blazing sun. Nayla had briefly wandered off to pick berries in the woods. As she walked back to her sister, she witnessed her worst nightmare: her sister was being kidnapped. Lizademus had put Dayla on his horse and they galloped back toward his father’s castle. Nayla screamed after her sister, but Dayla could not hear her. She fell to her knees, crying. What would she do without her sister? Ten minutes later, Lizwaldo arrived and tried to comfort Nayla.
“Whatever is the matter, my sweet?”
“My sister was just abducted, I don’t know by whom,” she replied.
Fearing his brother would arrive at the castle with his new bride before him, Lizwaldo quickly mounted Nayla to his horse. He had promised to take her to her sister. The top of the hour was approaching, and when Lizwaldo saw Lizademus at the castle gates, he knew he had lost. Prince Lizademus would become King Lizademus. The lizard guards sequestered Nayla once she had arrived with Lizwaldo.
“Lizademus and his bride are with the King now.” Nayla screamed as she was escorted away, but Lizwaldo reassured her that she would see her sister again. He entered his father’s room, where Lizademus was introducing Dayla. The King seemed pleased, much to his brother’s dismay. Lizwaldo pleaded with his father to reconsider, but a deal was a deal.