The night was unnaturally quiet, the air heavy as though it carried a warning.
When the old woman opened the creaking wooden door, her heart tightened at the sight before her.
Two armed guards stood firm on the porch, bearing the royal insignia of Princess Elowen's father.
Their presence brought with it an undeniable authority, and in the hand of the lead guard was a weathered poster... Elowen's face staring back in stark black and white.
"Good evening, ma'am," the taller guard said politely but firmly. "If you don't mind, we would like to ask a few questions.
How many people reside in this home? Have you by any chance seen this lady?" He tilted the poster toward her.
