The door stormed open, Jophiel's figure coming into view. Elena frowned at the unannounced intrusion but Jophiel's expression made her curious. Elena had never seen her so scared and sweaty.
"They took him My Lady!" She said, trying hard to catch her breath.
"Who took who?" She asked, a frown settled on her face. The maid was still trying to catch her breath.
"I heard from... from the knights. They arrested Darion in a tavern!" Elena's eyes grew wide in surprise and realization. She instinctively climbed off the bed, slipping her feet into a pair of sandals.
Jophiel, whose expression now turned to an apprehensive one, asked, "Where are you going My Lady?"
"They'll have him executed if he's turned in. I have to do something!" She walked past Jophiel who was left undecided whether to follow or not. After giving thought to it, she ran after Her Lady.
