Elis's Unexpected Condition

Elis hurried down to the parlour after searching through the main hall of the mansion, a worried look etched on her face. The sound of her footsteps echoed through the hallway.

From a distance, she spotted a figure at the far end of the corridor and quickened her pace as recognition dawned on her.

"Mr Foster!" she called out, causing Anryr to halt his steps. The steward bowed respectfully as she approached, making her hesitate.

"Mr Foster, please… no need for the gesture. I used to work under you," she said, feeling a flush of embarrassment at his formality.

A calm smile crept onto Anryr's face.

"Used to, Miss Canton. Now, you are His Highness Prince Kiev's woman, bestowed by His Majesty the King of Cassian. How could I not bow? We are of different levels, and it's important to maintain decorum."

"Well… I… umm… never mind," Elis stammered but pushed her thoughts aside as a more pressing matter took precedence.