Every savant in the Luminaris castle was on his or her feet, eyes widened as terror and confusion engaged in the first room where the entrance was.
Mostly they were the maids; they were on their feet watching the princes, who suddenly arrived running. She was panting as if she were being chased by a lion.
She reached running, and then she held her knees, her back bent; some water drops hit the brown shining floor, coming from her pale face that was hidden by her blonde hair.
Murmurs surrounded the room; some were scared, some astonished. They tried to verify her situation; that's why they started whispering.
Some asked why she was in that condition, some asked why she was running, and the other thing was why she was crying. They tried to mix the ideas they had together.
Some were puzzled since she got out happily, but her face was flowing with tears like asbestos on a rainy day.
