"Follow me." Sasha flung open the door to the armoury and ran for the servants passage. They were the most direct routes to nearly anywhere in the castle so that there would be no excuse for servants to keep anyone waiting. As they neared the hall that lead to the ballroom however, smoke filled the hall, mixed with screaming and the tang of blood. "My prince, we can't keep going, we need to get you to safety." Whatever was happening in there it sounded like the castle guards were not winning, and if that was the case, neither would the prince. She had to keep him alive.