Daedric's eyes narrowed as he spotted Hazel in the courtyard from his balcony, almost certain it was a trick of his imagination. He rubbed his eyes, but her figure remained unmistakably real, confirmed when Jameson, his trusted attendant, muttered in shock, "What's Miss Hazel doing here?"
"Call her to my chambers," Daedric instructed, his tone calm but tinged with curiosity, as he turned and strode into his room. Without delay, Jameson hurried down the stairs to the courtyard, where Hazel was strolling leisurely, seemingly absorbed after her dinner.
"Miss Hazel," Jameson called, prompting her to pause mid-step. She turned to face him, greeting him with a polite nod.
"The Crown Prince would like to see you," he informed her.
