80 At the Cost of Life

Emilia’s POV

Ever since I disguised myself as a maid and sneaked into the King’s chamber, the scenes I witnessed there have been seared into my memory, replaying over and over again.

"Caesar, Klaus, save me," I murmured repeatedly as I kneaded the dough in my hands.

From that night onward, I pondered every word the King uttered in his delirium. I felt I was on the brink of uncovering a secret, yet something was missing to connect the pieces.

I knew I wouldn't get another stroke of luck like last time. Had it not been for the King's sudden episode and the shortage of maids, I wouldn't have slipped in so easily.

I couldn’t be sure I’d get such an opportunity again.

As I washed the flour from my hands, I realized my problem was how to leave the kitchen and gain the King's trust.

"Emilia." Eileen’s face appeared at the door, her voice gentle. "The Princess wishes to see you. Come with me."