The task to find the Baron
Her mind races with possibilities, filling her with anxiety. Without wasting another moment, she hurries out of the room, her dress rustling with each hurried step.
As she reaches the courtyard, she sees the Duke just about to mount his horse. Panic rises within her; she can't let this opportunity slip away. She takes a deep breath and calls out his name loudly, her voice echoing through the courtyard, "Duke Waymont!"
The Duke halts, one foot already in the stirrup, and turns to look at her, a quizzical expression on his face.
Breathing heavily from the sprint, Lexzandra approaches him, her heart pounding.
"Is everything alright, Your Highness?"
"There's something I need to ask you," she says, trying to steady her breath. "It's quite important."
The Duke nods, giving her permission to continue. Lexzandra takes a deep breath. "Have you heard of a man known to use sorcery? He's supposed to be living in the south."