"What do you men he hasn't gone out of his room?" Silver jolted up, her weariness swapped with panic.
Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, the room seemed to fall silent, the sunlight filtering through the curtains only added to the weight of her words.
"Answer me? What do you mean he hasn't gone out of his room?" Silver asked, her voice strained, despite her effort to remain calm. Four days is too much for someone so young. And no one informed her all this time?
"According to the maids, his door remained locked, Your Majesty, and no one has seen him. The servants say he refuses to eat, and he hasn't opened the door to anyone. They've tried, but…" Natasha trailed off, the worry in her eyes evident.
She leaped out of her bed, Natasha urgently took a shawl to cover her. Silver pushed past her, her heart already racing. Her steps are quick, every maids they came across the hallway shot them a very puzzled look.
