THUMP!
Sephalia placed her hand on her heart, finding it pounding furiously from nervousness and excitement.
The little boy she thought was quite pleasing to the eye turned out to be quite a big shot around here.
'But… how? Sephalia told me about Marquis Alistair so he's definitely someone from that Kingdom east. How is this...logical?'
She threw all those questions out of the window for now as she considered her secret again. She had only ever told Cecilia after all these years to lighten her mind.
Although she was indeed betrayed back when she was abandoned by her master, she wasn't a naive little child with no thoughts of her own.
Instead, she was quite meticulous about all this. Years of lying low had taught her the importance of patience and biding time.
Years ago, when she knew she had little chance of surviving the ordeal, she stole an old map from her master in an attempt to sell it in case she was able to run away.
