Primrose opened her mouth to say something more, but before she could, a voice echoed urgently from the stairwell below.
"Your Majesty! You need to come down here now!" It was Callen, calling urgently from the underground.
Primrose hesitated, then looked back at Solene and whispered, "Take care."
She didn't wait another second. She ran down the stairs. Callen reached for her hand and immediately guided her through the dark corridor beneath the inn.
"Sir Callen," Primrose gasped between breaths, "you look really pale."
Callen groaned. "His Majesty will have my head if anything happens to you, Your Majesty!"
[This was supposed to be a simple escort for a relaxing trip. How did we end up in a nightmare like this?!]
[Is this because I told the other soldiers earlier that I was bored today?!]
Primrose ignored his internal crisis, then moving her gaze toward Salem, who was standing beside a vertical ladder, not far from them.
