So she resisted the urge to run. She walked alongside the sergeant, talking amicably with him about affairs in the city. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she had one suspicion about what might’ve happened to the princess. That her daughter could’ve kidnapped her or somehow brought her against her will was entirely unfathomable to her—Lucky was a filly after all, barely even grown into her cutie mark. She couldn’t kidnap an Alicorn.