"Where is he?! He's got to have come back by now, but he hasn't!"
In the broad daylight, someone was causing a scene, first thing in the morning in the kingdom of Averon.
A dark-haired young woman was thrown out of the palace's gates by its soldiers.
She nearly would have gotten trodden over by a carriage heading her way, but at the very last moment, she leapt back towards the gates and held onto the metal bars.
It caught the attention of several individuals on the street, which caused the soldiers to be irritated.
They didn't need any more attention than necessary.
"Do not come back here, brat… unless you wish to be considered an enemy of the kingdom." One of them scowled.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me where my friend is!"
The beautiful young woman's gaze was unflinchingly rigid and demanding that it was enough to cause a shudder down the spines of the soldiers.