Elora's distant screams are what aroused me from my slumber next morning.
"Martha, what…?" I asked, still half asleep.
Martha was rummaging in my closet. "Quick, Your Highness, we have no time to waste," she urged as she took out a white, fluffy robe. She brought it over to my bed and laid it on the duvet.
"What's happened?" .
She sighed. "The palace kitchen has caught on fire," she said as she helped me in the robe. "We aren't sure how it happened but what we do know is that the fire has spread to the palace corridors."
"The kitchen in the west wing, you mean? But it's quite close to the Women's Room," I mumbled as I slipped on my slippers. "Has it burned down?"
