While the royals were immersed in their emotions, Amarok approached the sitting area with a silver tray of fresh fruits.
His steps were steady, his mind focused on offering a small reprieve to the royal family during this tense time.
The soft glow of the afternoon sun streamed through the arched windows, casting a serene light over the passage way.
As he neared the door, his eyes caught a figure crouched near it, her ear pressed against the wood. His steps faltered and his brow furrowed as recognition set in.
It was the same servant girl he had confronted days ago outside Queen Elena's healing chamber.
The girl's posture was tense, her head tilted toward the muffled voices inside the room. Amarok paused, retreating silently behind a pillar. His instincts flared, his gut churning. Once might have been a coincidence, but twice? This was no accident. The girl was undoubtedly spying.
