Princess Francesca’s POV
“ROS!! Remy, where is Ros?” I yell loudly as I run through the crowded dining hall.
“Chess, what’s going-“
“Remy! Where is she?!” I interrupt, panting heavily in an effort to catch my breath.
His smile fades and a look of panic covers his face when his eyes dart to Griff who is slamming the heavy front doors shut behind me.
“She’s in…the…kitchen! I’ll get her!” he stammers, turning on his heels to make a run for it.
“YOU THERE!! Help me barricade the door!!” Griff demands, pointing towards a couple of men who are sitting on the wooden benches nearby.
Immediately, the room erupts into a blind panic. Children’s cries and mother’s fearful shrieks fill the air. Everyone is up on their feet, rushing towards the doors in a swarm of terror and hysteria.
Mea
