The storm in the mountains was not showing any sign of stopping any time soon. Being late to the winter prayers was the least of worries to the group from Cedric's household.
Princess Abrielle had lost consciousness with no clue of what was wrong with her and the physician was taking forever. Zoltana was wracking her brains trying to remember if she had sensed anything wrong with the princess recently.
There was nothing in particular that came to her mind. Abrielle always had this strange energy around her Zoltana linked to being related to Cedric. She never understood why.
She felt Abrielle's condition was related to Cedric, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions yet. It was better to wait for the doctor.