Opal is walking down the hall, her arms weighted down by blankets and sheets she'll have washed in the morning. Her brows furrowed with concern, her mind completely on the queen's condition, so much so that she didn't notice something or someone grabbing her arm until she's pulled into a seldom used side room. She yelps. "Unhand me, who do you think you are-?! O-oh, your highness! My apologies!" She quickly bows her head, realizing who it was who grabbed her.
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