There was a sense of urgency about Lorraine as she hurried down the palace's stairs; each step echoing off the stone walls as she went. She could feel that something was amiss but exactly what it was, she had no idea.
The princess arrived down the stairs and turned into a hallway, realising then why she had been feeling so unsettled all along.
For starters, Lorraine could see that she was the only person around in the area even though it was right in the middle of the day; an obviously very strange for a place as constantly busy as the grand palace castle of the great kingdom of Cyrian. Now, it wasn’t that realization itself that unsettled her- at least not all on its own- but rather the fact that she could feel it in her veins as surely as her blood that the absence wasn’t as a matter
