Mary Ann waited and waited. Then she waited some more. It had started since last night—she hadn't been called at all by the Queen to deliver her meals. And yet the reason for it was obvious, brought on by the Knight's sudden fall. Silence filled the kitchen that she worked in, similar to how it quieted the noise in the Royal Kitchen.
A hush warning that hollowed out the halls, forcing people to continue their work as more guests flowed into the Castle of Hearts. Other servants busied themselves with the increased need to provide and service the guests and yet like an undercurrent, anxiety ran.
Silently questioning if somebody else would experience a terrible thing.
It had been the Queen, now her Knight had fallen.
Who else would be sought?
