Kyra's POV
"The princess visited the prince's quarters last evening?" Matron Kyra's voice carried a sharp edge as she posed the question, her weathered features creasing with suspicion.
Rodrigo fidgeted before her desk, clearly uncomfortable under her piercing stare. "That's the extent of our intelligence. No guard witnessed her departure. The only unusual activity was a single horse departing the grounds well after the midnight hour. Since that moment, silence. It's possible she remains unconscious."
A bitter laugh escaped Kyra's throat. "Or she's drawing her final breath."
She dismissed the notion with a casual wave, as though death were merely another mundane possibility. "What news of the prince himself?"
