"I know why you're here," he continued, stepping into the light. "I’ve known since the second month. No ordinary maid knows how to walk without making a single floorboard creak."
Elara didn't reach for her duster. Instead, her hand moved to the small, weighted blade hidden in her bodice. "Then why let me stay?" Spy Mission -A Noble-s Maid- -Final- By The Chu...
With a sweep of her skirts, she vanished into the night, leaving the noble’s manor behind for the last time. The maid was gone; the ghost had returned home. "I know why you're here," he continued, stepping
The chandelier light flickered, casting long, skeletal shadows across the Duke’s private study. Elara—known to the household only as a quiet, efficient maid—stood by the heavy oak desk, her fingers tracing the hidden seam of a mahogany drawer. Instead, her hand moved to the small, weighted
For three years, she had polished silver, ironed linens, and played the part of the invisible servant. But tonight, the "Spy Mission" reached its endgame. The "The Chu" documents, detailing the treasonous alliance between the Southern Lords and the bordering Empire, were within her reach. "The tea is cold, Elara."
She froze. The Duke stood in the doorway, his silhouette imposing. He didn't sound angry; he sounded weary.
He looked her in the eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Consider your mission a success, Little Maid. Now go, before the guards realize I’ve 'fainted' from the shock of your betrayal."
