Among Shadows

Dressed in a plain servant's gown, Seraphine kept her head bowed as she carried a tray through the servant's hall.

No one spared her a second glance.

She had spent years mastering the poise of a noblewoman, but slipping into the quiet efficiency of a servant was something else entirely. They moved differently, spoke differently—became invisible even in plain sight.

And that was exactly what she needed.

She listened. Watched.

Conversations passed around her like whispers in the wind. Mentions of late-night deliveries. Unmarked letters. A chamber at the far end of the east wing that none of them dared enter after dusk.

Seraphine's grip tightened on the tray.

She had found her next lead.

To be continued…

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