The corridor stretched out before Christine, its darkness broken only by the feeble light of the lamp she carried. The flame flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence of the palace at night.
"I did not know what to say to Her Highness. I ended up just standing there," Christine thought, replaying the recent events in her mind.
Her attire had changed. Now, she wore comfortable long sleeves and trousers suitable for the nightly duties.
Being a knight and a noble was not common knowledge among the other maids. It wasn't a guarded secret, but rather information that held no relevance to their daily interactions.
After Princess Ingrid has fallen asleep, Christine had the duty to personally report to the Lieutenant at the barracks, where her sleeping quarters were also situated. In her absence, Ingrid would be guarded by other knights.
