FIFTY-SEVEN: LIES! LIES!! LIES!!!

Juniper watched in absolute horror as Chloe tumbled down the stairs in a loose, uncontrolled motion. Each thudding sound ricocheted off the walls in a tense sequence, until she landed at the bottom of the staircase, utterly motionless.

What the hell just happened? Did she just throw herself down the stairs on purpose?

Chills coursed through Juniper's veins as blood began to gather around Chloe's head like a red puddle.

Was she dead?

In an instant, a blood-curdling scream reverberated through the space, accompanied by the sound of frantic footsteps. A royal attendant rushed into view from the corner below the stairs, dropping to her knees beside Chloe's limp form. Her voice trembled with indisputable fear and urgency as she cried out, "Lady Chloe, oh my God, can you hear me?!" Then, she let out a desperate, ear-piercing wail, "Someone, please! Help me!"

As her gaze frantically darted around, searching for assistance, they finally locked onto Juniper's