In the Face of Flames

Celine's POV :

The maids' panicked voices echoed through the palace corridors, their words slicing through the air like shards of shattered glass. "The Queen's chamber is on fire! She's trapped inside!"

My heart skipped a beat as the words registered in my mind. Without a moment's hesitation, I turned to Alpha Tyrion, my eyes wide with fear and urgency. "We have to go, Alpha Tyrion! We can't let the Queen perish in the flames."

His expression mirrored my own, a mixture of determination and worry etched across his face. Without uttering a single word, we sprinted down the hallways, our footsteps echoing in sync as we raced towards the source of the inferno.

As we reached the Queen's chamber, the sight that greeted us was nothing short of devastation. Flames danced and licked at the walls, consuming everything in their path with a ravenous hunger. Smoke billowed out, filling the air with acrid fumes that burned my lungs.

"How could something like this happen with all the guards around?