Hearing her words, Zorath didn't hesitate for even a second. His golden eyes lit up like a child being asked to fetch their favorite toy. "Wait here, Lina!" he said with a wide grin, practically sprinting out of the room.
The moment the door swung open, the workers lingering outside Zorath's wing froze in place.
A few males carrying supplies stopped mid-step, staring in confusion as Zorath—the third lord of the palace—came striding through the hall with a determined expression.
What was more baffling was a few minutes later, he walked in again holding an enormous wooden basin sloshing with water in his arms.
"Why is Lord Zorath carrying water?" one male whispered.
"Maybe he's… cleaning?" another muttered, scratching his head.
"Cleaning? Him?" The male scoffed. "Don't be stupid."
Meanwhile, the females nearby, many of whom had been desperately vying for Zorath's attention for months, instantly grew suspicious.
