"Your Majesty, again, my apologies," Jorel began. "But you needed to know immediately. The search for Lady Bianca… we have reports."
Soren's jaw clenched. "Where?"
"In the capital," Jorel said. "Multiple witnesses have spotted her in the lower districts over the past forty-eight hours. She's been seen near the grain docks and the weaver's quarter."
"How reliable?" Soren demanded.
"Confirmed by four separate witnesses, Your Majesty. She isn't hiding well—or she doesn't care to. She was spotted wearing a tattered cloak, but the dark blue hair is unmistakable."
Ryse stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "She's either desperate, or she's planning something and is beyond caring about detection. She's staying in the city."
Soren's mind went immediately to Eris. Bianca's obsession with the "usurper" was well-documented. If she was in the capital during the Long Dark, she wasn't here for the scenery. She's hunting, he thought, a cold dread settling in his gut.
