"Miss Sara, has there been any unusual activity in the castle recently?"
In a dimly lit room within the palace, two women dressed as maids sat facing each other.
One of them had her hands tightly pressed against her knees, her expression tense, clearly in a position of weakness.
The other, a tall, elegant woman with long black hair that reached her waist, had her arms crossed on the table, her deep, dark eyes calmly fixed on the maid across from her.
Elise sat quietly, exuding an intense aura of pressure.
This pressure didn't just come from her formidable strength but also from her identity as the head maid, the most trusted servant of Princess Astrid.
For the servants, Elise could, to some extent, represent Princess Astrid.
Her every move could very well be conveying the intentions of the third princess, and it was not something to be taken lightly.
