"You don't have to cover for him, Your Highness," the housekeeper countered, eyes softening briefly before hardening again. "Your wellbeing became our duty from the moment His Highness acknowledged you. This must be done."
Then, to the guards: "Go."
The guards froze, caught in the middle. Should they obey the housekeeper, the man who had always commanded their loyalty, or the princess, who carried his highness's acknowledgment?
Their eyes shifted toward the housekeeper. The weight of their silence said it all.
But instead of pressing the guards, the housekeeper turned back to Nnenna, studying her carefully.
"Your Highness?" he asked, his tone softer now, yet still carrying that edge of inquiry.
"It was really an accident," Nnenna replied firmly. Then, lowering her voice, she added, "I wouldn't cover up for anyone who makes an attempt. I'm more than capable of dealing with them myself if they dare try."
