Lord Zoltar stormed through the halls furiously. "Where is she?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls. Servants and guards alike shrank back, avoiding his wrath.
A nervous servant stepped forward, bowing deeply. "My lord, we couldn't find young miss everywhere," she said. "But someone reported that Lady Rosamund has taken a young woman to the dark forest earlier. She believed it was necessary."
"Dark forest?" Lord Zoltar frowned. He didn't want to believe that his wife had finally agree to sacrifice their daughter to the dark force.
"Yes, my lord."
For a moment, Lord Zoltar's rage subsided, replaced by cautious relief. "She finally agreed," he muttered to himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps she understands our serious situation."
