Whispers In The Shadows
"My prince," a melodious voice called out, capturing the attention of the crown prince. "Something is happening to the princess..."
He turned his gaze towards his wife, Skyla, whose words hung in the air, tinged with a sense of urgency and concern.
"What about her?" he inquired, pausing his writing momentarily. His golden eyes, radiant like the sun, fixed upon her with undivided attention.
He leaned forward, resting his left hand upon the polished desk, awaiting her revelation. "What about her?" he pressed, his curiosity piqued.
Skyla crossed her arms protectively over her chest, her expression troubled. "I believe that woman, Miraila, had ill intentions towards the princess today," she confessed, her voice laced with unease.
"There was something unsettling about the way she interacted with her, and the knight who guarded her chambers seemed suspicious as well."