At almost the same pace, a male servant from the sables and a female servant from the art gallery, hurried through the castle walls.. They both headed to the same direction—Princess Niaya's room. Sweat trickled from both of their faces, with their hearts racing in their chests like never before. On getting there, they were taken aback by the maids on their knees pleading for mercy. The male servant gulped. They both shifted their gazes from the maids, to settle on the princess. They noticed black smoke coming out of her room, and guessed it was on fire. With the grave news both servants had, they prayed the princess spares them.
They made their way towards her, and called to her simultaneously.
"Princess Niaya."
Niaya's gaze slowly left her burning room turning to them. "What do you mud rats want?" Her voice was still, a type of stillness that sent shivers down their spine. Their body became more tense, and the female servant was the first to speak.
