Queen Jessica hurried through the hallways holding a lamp high. She had covered the better part of her face with a shawl, now determined to cover the tiniest of trails that would point Thoron's death to her. In her left hand, she clutched tightly a blue portion.
When she arrived, the door was slightly open. Strange, she thought. The knight stationed there was dead asleep, slouched on the floor like one lost in his own dreams. She crouched low to awaken him but he didn't move an inch.
Curious, she pushed the door open and stepped into the room apprehensively. Her eyes narrowed when she saw a woman dressed in a maid's attire standing beside Thoron's body. The candles were still burning, casting a significant amount of light in the room.