The world outside her little bedroom looked like it had fallen into an apocalypse.
Bodies of palace staff could be found everywhere, filling the corridors and pathways with unconscious bodies. Daphne would've thought that they were dead if it weren't for the rise and fall of their chests that told her otherwise. The skies outside had slowly turned red, the clouds looking as though they were filled with blood rather than rain.
Daphne's footsteps quickened along with the beat of her heart. Something was off, that much was obvious. However, there was this uneasy feeling that filled her from head to toe and she needed to know what was wrong.
She tore through the hallways with a frenzy of unknown origin, pushing past the few people she came across and running straight for a room she hoped was occupied. Although she hadn't a single clue whether or not they would be there, she had prayed―
"Daphne?" A familiar voice caused Daphne to stop short.
