Frustration gnawed at Suzy. The missing seventy gold coins wouldn't disappear on their own. She craved answers, and the castle's outdated hierarchy seemed designed to bury them. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her posture and marched out of her chambers.
Her steps echoed down the grand hallway as she made her way towards the Steward's office. With a firm rap, she announced her arrival. A gruff voice boomed from within, "Enter!"
Suzy pushed open the door, revealing a cluttered office dominated by stacks of parchment and ledgers. Behind the towering desk sat Mr. Bradford, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scrutinized a document.
"Mr. Bradford," Suzy greeted him, her voice laced with a hint of forced cheerfulness. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
Mr. Bradford looked up, surprise flickering across his face. "Your Grace," he stammered, rising from his chair in a fluster. "What can I do for you?"
