{Third Person}
The news did not take long to spread. By mid-morning, it had already reached the Queen's quarters.
Lysandra sat upright in her receiving hall, her posture composed, her fingers resting lightly on the arm of her chair.
At first glance, nothing about her suggested agitation. But the maid-in-waiting standing beside her knew better. She had served the Queen long enough to recognize the quiet before a storm.
"Your Majesty," the maid said cautiously, "it has been confirmed… the two servants who handled the cat yesterday cannot be found."
Silence followed as Lysandra did not respond immediately. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, unreadable, as if she was still deciding how to receive the information.
"Not found?" she finally repeated, her voice calm, almost too calm.
"Yes, Your Majesty. They did not return to their quarters last night, and no one has seen them since."
Slowly, Lysandra leaned back into her seat. Her lips curved into something sharper.
