Atwood
“It’s the Queen and the others,” the guard says. “Sometime during the night, they escaped. They’re nowhere to be found.”
Of course they did.
“What happened to the guards posted at their doors?” I ask.
“They were injected with some sort of sleeping potion,” he replies. “They were found sleeping on the floor when the new guards went to relieve them this morning.”
My head throbs a bit at this information. Clearly, Alice was going around with all sorts of potions last night. I had always thought that she was loyal to the crown; just not my crown, I suppose.
“So be it,” I respond, tightening my grip on Ruby’s small hand. “Send out a search party once the blizzard clears. For now, just make sure that they can’t get into the castle. If they’re found, arrest them imm
