"What do they speak there?"

      "Please," says one of his guards frantically. "We can send for her later -"

"That word, what does it mean?"

It's, uh, they speak Pax, but it's a name, and it's not from Pax - it - She looks nervously at the guards.

" - if you manage to misplace her -" he says to the guard. The guard shakes his head vigorously. 

"Please come talk to me," he says pleadingly, and then allows himself to be tugged off. 

...Bella holds very still so as not to be, uh, misplaced.

Uniformed guard. A different uniform than the city guards. "Foreign?" he asks curtly.

Yes sir.

"Come with me, please."

She follows along.

They enter a big cool stone building with a lot of corridors. The guard meets more guards. They speak in whispers, which might be intended to keep her from overhearing but does not in practice do that. 

"She said something unfamiliar to the prince in the street. And just stood there. We didn't detect any magic. Could conceivably have missed it, we didn't see her coming. He wants her because he doesn't speak the language yet -"

        "He can't have all of them."

"I thought he did! And yet. He'll ask after her. Even if she's dangerous just - hold tight and don't lose her while we figure out what's going on. And - send someone to reassure any family, maybe, because -"

        "Yeah." Sigh. "This way, ma'am."

She goes that way, shivering a little. Reassure any family about what?

That you're all right, haven't been charged, can be chaperoned to see the prince if they want that, will be released if you weren't trying to hurt him. Who can afford a permanenced telepathy and not a permanenced Tongues? 

I was born with the telepathy.

Huh. Well, sit here, we'll get some truth spells, then we'll talk. Do you have family here I can send for?

No.

Have a church here?

I took classes at one for a while but don't belong to it.

All right. 

Some more people come in. They cast a spell that's disorienting and sort of - demoralizing, or something in that genre, very unpleasantly so.

They cast another one that doesn't feel like anything. 

"You'll need to speak in your language for this. I'll have Tongues up so I can understand you."

She sort of shrinks in on herself at the first spell. Resists the urge to analyze it. "O-okay."

"What's your name?"

"Isabella Mariel Swan."

"To your knowledge, is there any present danger to the prince you spoke to or anyone in the royal family?"

"No."

"Were you trying to hurt him?"

"No!"

"What did you say to him?"