The morning was still young as Rosa stood by the door giving final instructions to the butler for the day. His eyes darted left and right looking very uncomfortable with the manor being emptied of all its staff.
"Lady Elara, I beg of you to at least keep me and the knights around," he implored.
Rosa suppressed the urge to kick the butler in the gut. She had made sure he saw her state when she came the day before and informed him that it was her fiancé's doing, only to confirm what she had already been sure of: the butler, too, was a spy of the Marquess. But he was far worse than May who was hired by the sleazebag to begin with. The butler had been working for the Count for years, and his loyalty transition was nothing short of betrayal.
