Morning had gently unfurled over the grand castle of Breistan, casting golden hues upon its towering spires and pristine white stone. The city below was slowly stirring to life, merchants setting up their stalls, knights beginning their morning drills, and nobles preparing for another day of politics and pleasantries. It was a peaceful dawn, much like any other.
But peace is fragile.
Within the castle walls, a sense of routine dictated the lives of those who served. Among them was Auria's personal maid, a woman who had long since learned her lady's habits. Auria was the very embodiment of discipline—always the first to rise, the first to prepare, never needing a reminder or a wake-up call. With the esteemed Princess Ameriah staying under their roof, Auria had been even more diligent in her responsibilities. That was why, when the maid found no sign of her mistress stirring past her usual hour, an unsettling feeling coiled within her chest.
