Chapter Twenty-FiveSen closed the door as he entered Mizar's study, a forlorn look on his face. He collapsed in the nearest chair, shaking his head.
“You looked everywhere?” Mizar said.
“Yes, Master. I searched every room in the castle where I'm permitted to go. I scoured every courtyard, every corridor. I even searched the armory, under the gaze of two of the King's more … unfriendly guards.” He harrumphed. “One of the stable-hands says he saw a girl in a green dress leaving the castle with Prince Warran, but he only had a fleeting glimpse.”
“Prince Warran?” Mizar repeated, his forehead wrinkling. “Well, let us hope for all our sakes that he does a better job keeping her out of trouble than she's managed to keep herself.”
“You don't think he'll hurt her, do you?” Sen said, his voice q
