Seraphine adjusted her veil as she walked through the palace gardens, blending in with the noblewomen enjoying the afternoon sun. To anyone watching, she was simply another court lady taking a stroll.
But her mind was elsewhere.
The figure who had intercepted her last night hadn't been acting alone. There was a larger force at play—one she had yet to see.
If she wanted answers, she had to change her approach.
She needed to be where no one expected her to be.
The royal scholars would be too obvious. The nobles too well-guarded. But there was one place secrets thrived.
The palace servants.
They saw everything, heard everything. And unlike nobles, they had no loyalty but to their own survival.
Seraphine's lips curled into a small smile.
If someone was working against the crown, the servants would know.
To be continued…
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