Crimson

As Julius returned, he immediately spotted Maverick's retreating figure slipping through a side hallway. A sly smirk crept onto his face as he adjusted his coat and followed silently.

The marble tiles of the palace halls echoed softly under Maverick's polished shoes as he walked with purpose. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of the suspicious guest he had seen earlier. 

The faint scent of polished wood and lavender filled the air, masking the tension brewing within him.

Maverick rounded a corner and spotted a guard stationed by the entrance to the guest quarters. "Could you direct me to the restroom?" he asked, his tone calm but firm.

The guard pointed down the corridor. "Second door on your left, my lord."