As the carriage rolled forward, the guards stationed at the Dominick estate's main gates stepped forward, signaling the driver to halt. The lead guard narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the maid seated at the front alongside the coachman.
"State your purpose," he demanded, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The maid bowed her head slightly, keeping her voice even. "His Grace has ordered for Lady Prudence to be taken to the seamstress. The final fittings for tomorrow's race must be completed."
The guards exchanged looks, uncertainty flickering across their faces. Vincent was a man of meticulous control—any orders from him were typically relayed through Orson or Drakos, not some new maid they had never seen before. However, going against an order that bore Vincent's name was a risk they weren't willing to take.
The guards checked inside the carriage to see Lady Prudence seated inside.
