Eliana sighs with relief, tears welling up. “I thought you were dead.”

“No,” the elderly woman bites out moving forward, “Hardly.”

The Princess takes a step forward, but an oddity in the way Selma is watching her, causes Eliana to pause.

Alma continues to stare at the room, her eyes wide as she peers upon the golden throne. She blinks repeatedly before turning her attention onto the maid.

“Where is everyone?”

Selma’s gaze slowly shifts to ...