Hades
I blew out a puff of smoke as she entered. For the first time, she did not look nervous as she bowed slightly.
"Good afternoon, Your Majesty," she greeted. Her hair was held in a severe bun, and in her hand was a stack of papers and oddly---a mirror?
I raised my brow, wondering what that was all about. "Jules, are you ready for the report?" I asked. I normally did not ask such unnecessary questions. But today would be her last day as Ellen's maid and my spy. Everything I needed would soon fall into my hands anyway. She had been successful in her mission, and it was time to cut her loose.
She nodded. "Of course, Your Majesty," she replied evenly. Her expression was taut but composed as she came forward and opened the first file in front of me.
They appeared to be photocopied diary entries. But the words were not distinguishable, nor did they make much sense. They were an array of jargon written in an intelligent manner.
