"Stop."
The maid, who was walking towards Allura's room while dragging a table that had Allura's evening tea on the top, was stopped by someone.
The maid frowned, she then raised her head and looked at the man who wore a black formal coat over a white shirt, his hairs were a little white, showing that his age was catching up to him, however, his posture was straight and full of strength.
The maid knew this man; he was Bruce, Lady Allura's bodyguard.
"What is it, Sir Bruce?" The maid questioned respectfully.
"You can't go in, Lady Allura is busy right now," Bruce informed.
"But the tea,"
"You don't have to worry about that, just leave the table here, you can return after at the fixed time," Bruce instructed.
"As you say, Sir Bruce."
The maid nodded and then, after a slight bow, she turned around.
While she was walking away, the maid started thinking.
'Why isn't he letting me enter the room?'
