In the pale light of morning, Emma stood behind Lorraine, running a brush through her hair while the princess sifted through a stack of secret missives.
"What is it, Your Highness?" Sylvia asked, catching the subtle shift in Lorraine's expression.
Lorraine's eyes stayed on the parchment. "Something happened at the Arvand mansion. My father killed all his guards in the dead of night. Someone broke in… and cut Elyse's hair." Her voice faded, the words trailing like smoke.
Of course, her father would bury it beneath layers of silence and threats, but Lorraine's network reached everywhere, especially into her father's house.
"Who would have done such a thing?" Emma asked.
"No one saw anything. Elyse's scream woke the entire manor. Father was furious and had every guard from that night executed. He's certain they helped the intruder," Lorraine murmured, eyes lingering on the ink.
Why did she think of Leroy?
