When Elara had left with Killian, Geral had never thought she would return. More than that, he would have never thought that she would return through the secret door that let her enter directly into the room.
Though the knights had not noticed her presence, how long could she hide in the small crack between the room and the closet.
Cedric sat with his back toward her. His ears picked on the small noise she made but he did not turn to look at the gap.
It could not be royal knights. He did not feel any threat from there.
"I have already told you that these papers are not mine. I have made a report on the weaponry but it was for the royal family. I have written nothing to Lenhart." His voice was calm and collected and there was no fear on his cold face.
But the knights see otherwise. For them, all his words were nothing but excuses. They did not waste their time in entertaining it but scoffed at him.