The palace corridors stretched endlessly before Edgar; the sound of his steps echoed in the royal halls. He was walking as fast as he could; his hands, which used to be clasped neatly behind him, were now swinging, which made his breathing rapid and heavy.
The news of Prince Lucien's illness had spread faster than the time doctors took to reach his estate, and it was Beatrice who did good to inform Edgar and there was only one person who would be truly concerned about the prince's health, As Edgar neared the grand double doors leading to her chamber, a young maid standing outside dipped into a bow. "Sir Edgar," she spoke softly, her eyes lowered respectfully. "Her Majesty is not in her quarters. She left early this morning for Lady Belle's estate."
Edgar paused for only a breath. "How come I did not know this?"
"I am sorry, sir; I have no idea about it." This reply made Edgar turn on his heels as he needed to visit Lilian at Belle's place.
