The throne hall was shrouded in a heavy silence, the crimson light lighting up the ancient stone walls. Rowena stood at the center, her crimson eyes fixed on Seron, who stood before her with his head lowered in apology.
"He escaped the kingdom?" Rowena's voice was sharp, her expression darkening, "How is that possible?"
Seron sighed, his face etched with frustration and guilt, "Forgive me for my incapability, Your Majesty. But it appears to have been a coordinated effort from a powerful, unidentified group. They aided his escape. I strongly suspect someone within the kingdom helped him."
Rowena's eyes narrowed, her thoughts churning as possibilities flickered through her mind.
