Scarlett was engrossed in her breakfast when the sound of raised voices echoed through the dining hall. Startled, she dropped her fork and turned to a nearby guard, her eyes wide with concern.
"What's happening out there?" she asked. "Tell me!"
The guard shrugged, his brows furrowed. "I don't know, ma'am," he replied. "I can go and check for you."
Scarlett's gaze hardened. She stood from her seat and placed a hand on the guard's shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "No need," she muttered. "I'll see to this myself."
Leaving her half-eaten breakfast behind, Scarlett hurriedly made her way out of the dining hall. As she traced the source of the noise, she heard a loud voice yell:
"Where is Scarlett? Where is that woman?"
Scarlett froze. Was that Damien?
She traced the noise to the fo
