Florian didn't have to wait long.
Cashew soon returned, bringing two women with him.
Dahlia and Rene stopped a short distance away, standing stiffly before Florian, who remained seated on the couch.
'They look nervous.'
He studied them quietly. He didn't recognize either face, which wasn't surprising—Diamond Palace housed more maids than he could ever remember.
They weren't assigned to the princesses either, nor were they among the servants he saw regularly.
That alone made their unease understandable.
"I apologize for calling you here without prior notice," Florian said gently, keeping his voice soft on purpose. The last thing he wanted was to intimidate them further. "I know you must be very busy, especially with all the guests staying in the palace."
Both maids bowed at the same time, movements practiced yet tense.
"It is an honor to speak with you, Your Highness," the one on the left said. Cashew had already told Florian who was who. "I am Dahlia."
