A few days had passed since Sylfia disappeared.
The kingdom was restless.
Inside the capital, rumors spread quietly through taverns, markets, and noble halls. Knights were seen moving more often than usual, patrols increased, and whispers followed every mention of the palace.
But officially, nothing had been announced.
Inside the royal council chamber, the king stood with both hands pressed against the table.
His expression was worn, his eyes sharp despite the exhaustion.
"We can't keep this hidden anymore," he said.
Several ministers exchanged uneasy glances.
"If the truth comes out now, Your Majesty," one of them said carefully, "the people will question everything. Why she lived as a servant. Why she was hidden."
The queen spoke before the king could answer. Her voice was calm, steady. "They will question us whether we speak or stay silent. At least this way, they will know who they are truly searching for."
The king straightened.
