​​"Did you see a girl leave this room?" Marcus asked Fafnir.

Fafnir frowned, checking the looks on his soldiers. All of them returned a blank, unknowing stare. "No," he replied, shivering inside.

Mood plummeting, Marcus's fury broke free, and he pounded the door with the side of his fist. It shattered, and wood splintered the air. He looked like a wounded lion whose prey had been plucked from its mouth.

Fafnir and the guards, and all others in the corridor, were aghast at the instruction. No one dared to breathe.

After a moment of silence, Fafnir coughed lightly and asked, "Find who?" Only Fafnir could dare ask this of King...