"Look, Penelope, everyone is engaged with something, and I pick out the chores you do, not you," the maid had switched to her dutiful tone, already worn with exhaustion from arguing with Penelope. "And to be fair, I have entertained your excuses for so long. So it is the Master's chambers you would clean today."
So Penelope had been on the look out for Azriel, watching to see when he'd leave while loitering around and away from the view of the head maid. And when he finally did leave, dressed in a casual shirt that billowed with the wind and trousers that pronounced his long legs, she knew he was going to see to some tasks around the house, and she used that window to rush to his room and clean.
