Rosvisser stepped out of the sanctuary, holding the hem of her skirt as she quickly descended the stairs.

Once she reached the courtyard, she raised her hand to shield her eyes and looked toward the horizon. In the distance, a small black dot was steadily approaching.

On the terrace in front of the sanctuary, Sherry noticed the queen’s rare departure from her usual work routine and immediately stepped forward to greet her.

“Good morning, Your Majesty.”

“Morning, Sherry.”

Rosvisser replied absentmindedly as she continued to watch the approaching figure.

Sherry blinked, her eyes lowering to the envelope clutched in the …