I stared at the massive oak door of the housekeeper's quarters, my breath trapped in my lungs. The King's hand rested at the small of my back, its weight both reassuring and terrifying.
"Why are we here?" I whispered, though I already knew the answer deep in my bones.
Landon's gaze was fixed ahead, his jaw tight. "To find the truth."
The door swung open before he could knock. Mrs. Finley stood there, her usually stern face now pale with fear.
"Your Majesty," she curtseyed deeply, eyes darting nervously between us. "I was just about to send for you."
Landon's presence seemed to fill the small room as we entered. "You have information."
It wasn't a question.
Mrs. Finley wrung her hands together. "I... I overheard something, sire. Last night, after the... incident."
My stomach clenched as the housekeeper's eyes briefly met mine before darting away.
