Huff! Huff! Elowyn raced down the echoing halls of the castle, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made a beeline for her sister's room.
"Princess?" The servants she passed called out to her; their voices tinged with confusion as they tried to make sense of her disheveled appearance. Elowyn paid no heed to their calls; her mind was consumed by a singular purpose.
As she sprinted through the castle's corridors, she felt a wave of nausea threatening to overtake her. The sudden teleportation had clearly taken a toll on her body, but she pushed through, her determination unwavering. Her mother's words reverberated in her mind, and the urgency of the situation fueled her.
Elowyn understood that gathering their people was crucial, but right now, her sister's safety took precedence. She had to ensure Iselia's well-being above all else. When she reached her sister's room, she flung the door open.