~The Author~
Sabrina stepped into the quarters. It was too quiet. No music, no laughter, not even a whisper from the courtyard. That was strange. This place was usually alive with chatter, gossip, and silly laughter. The women always found something to do—braiding each other's hair, humming songs, or just sitting around pretending their lives were full. But today, it felt like a storm had passed through and left silence behind.
To her, these women were nothing but lazy. They hadn't earned their place in the palace. It was handed to them like a gift, and still, they acted like it meant nothing. They didn't fight. They didn't bleed for it. They had no idea what it meant to struggle.
"Where do you think I'll find Rosa? This place is quiet like a grave," Sabrina asked, halting at the foot of the stairs. Her maid, Isavel, stood behind her, just as confused.
"Something doesn't feel right," Sabrina added, glancing around the empty hallway. "Do you think something bad happened?"
