A ripple of shock moved through the room.
Nanny stumbled back a step. "Poison…?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
The housekeeper's frown deepened, but his voice remained steady, without a hint of fear. "That is not mine. I do not tamper with His Highness' meals."
Daniel studied him closely. "And yet this bottle has your fingerprints. Another like it was taken from your room, locked inside your own cupboard." He lifted a hand, and the guards around him tightened their formation, guns angling slightly forward.
The servants gasped again, murmuring louder.
Nnenna's eyes narrowed. So it really is him… or someone wants it to look like it is him.
The housekeeper exhaled slowly, as though he had expected this.
The corridor fell into tense silence.
The air grew heavy the moment Daniel stepped forward. His expression was carved in stone as he raised a hand, and the guards tightened their circle around the housekeeper.
"Arrest him," Daniel ordered.
