The news of the fire quickly spread through the Imperial palace. Emperor Thornton swiftly issued orders, directing servants and Imperial doctors to rush to the aid of the victims.
In the Rose Palace, the Ásján delegates found themselves in the midst of chaos. Servants hurriedly shouted commands, and the atmosphere crackled with tension. Some of them were carrying clothes and blankets.
Valdimar, his brow furrowed, voiced the confusion that echoed in the minds of the Ásján delegation. "What's going on?" he asked.
Kjartan, who stood there longer, exchanged concerned glances with the others. "I heard them mention the Lily Palace. Did something happen to Princess Ingrid?"
A sudden wave of apprehension gripped them, each delegate's face tightening with worry.
"We have to inform the Crown Prince. Where is he?" Hermann asked, scanning the surroundings.
