The sun was sinking behind the tall towers of Castle Chambord, its fading light painting the marble walls in hues of crimson and gold. The war had ended only a day ago — or so everyone believed. Smoke still lingered in the air, and the scent of burnt wood and iron clung to the corridors.
Inside the grand chamber, Princess Catherine ran forward the moment she saw her queen.
"Oh, my queen — you're safe!" she cried, throwing her arms around Princess Marie.
Marie smiled faintly, exhaustion softening her voice. "Thank God… it's finally over."
But standing a little apart, Princess Famoura's eyes wandered toward the courtyard window. Beyond it, she could see the old stone well, its dark circle glinting faintly under the sunset. The same well where, only hours ago, she had thrown the true Crimson Kira — the mysterious book that everyone sought.
Her eyes lingered there, full of quiet fear.
Across the room, Prince Henry noticed. He tilted his head slightly, watching her carefully.
She's been acting strange since the battle, he thought. Distant… distracted. What is she hiding?
Before he could say anything, the great doors of the hall swung open.
King Francis entered, his golden cloak flowing behind him, his face still shadowed by the weight of war.
"Everyone, listen," he said, his deep voice echoing across the marble floor. "Our castle remains in danger. Do not be deceived by silence — this war is not yet won."
A tense hush spread through the room.
Then the sound of hurried footsteps broke the stillness. Minister William, breathless and pale, ran into the chamber, holding a parchment sealed in red wax.
"Your Majesty!" he gasped, bowing deeply. "Terrible news!"
King Francis turned sharply. "Speak, William. What has happened?"