Stubborn Maid

Jophiel could not remember the last time she had stuck her hands in mud. The soil felt greasy on her palms reeling every waking second she spent in the royal garden. With Gabriel and Elena gone, she was now transferred to the gardens to water and weed the flowers.

Many were the times she wished her Lady was still here. But again, that would be putting her life at risk. Rumor had it that the king was poisoned. Were it not for her close relationship with the king, she would be dead too.

Wiping the sweat off her face with the back of her hand, she picked the watering can when she spotted a familiar figure walking through the hallway. She narrowed her eyes trying to place him in her mind, and when she did, her heart raced.

"Ser Darion?" She called out loud, but the man didn't stop, or simply ignored her. He took a corner disappearing out of her sight.