Everything would make sense. It had to. There was always logic somewhere. Laurel was counting on it. With an exhausted sigh, the princess opened the door to the Keep, a low swarm of Swedish curses fluttering from her lips as she threw her bag against the chair. A day off meant another day to dig deeper, to look for answers, to lose hours in ancient books for the vain hope that one might hold the key. Here in the safety of her private hold she could search. Here she was alone. She had the only key. She was the only one who knew of its existence. She was the only…
What in Lord's name is that? The princess' eyes widened, heavy lids raising to see the cream colored paper on the table, swooping purple letters scrolling elegantly across the page. It wasn't something she'd made. Nor something she'd ever seen. Had it always been there? No…no she was certain this was new. She's not seen it…but she had the only key…didn't she?
Hands shaking from more than just sleep deprivation, Laurel reached out for the page, glazed eyes scanning the words over and over. It was too much…It couldn't be…there was no way…Maeve would never… o-or would she?
With a soft noise the room began to glow, the iron door glowing magenta as magic took hold. Laurel screamed, running to the door, attempting to open it before whatever was happening took hold. She then let out a cry of frustration, whatever charm or magical whatever that had been cast was done, there was no way she'd get out of that door.
Laurel slumped to the ground, running over the situation with grim realizations. She had to get out. She had to warn them. The only question was…how could she?_______________________________________________________________________
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