"Philip," Arwen called, pausing in her steps. The man turned toward her, a hint of bashfulness on his face.
"Ma'am, I did what I was asked to," he said.
Arwen nodded —she knew that. But that wasn't what she wanted to know.
"Who asked you?" she asked plainly, though the answer already danced at the edge of her thoughts.
Philip glanced at her and was about to speak, when a calm voice interjected from a distance.
"It was me."
Arwen turned to look, and Margaret approached with a composed smile.
"Aunt Margaret!"
"Yes, it was me," Margaret confirmed with a nod, sparing Philip a brief glance. "I asked him to walk over to you and announce your identity. We can't let them look down on you. So, for that, it was needed for your identity to be revealed."
Arwen took that in and gave a nod. "I no longer intended to hide it anyway. It just happened to come out in the most perfect way. Thank you, Aunt Margaret."
