"No." Zara's answer was firm, though her tone carried a thread of regret. She watched as the hopeful spark in Valessia's eyes dimmed, leaving behind only the ache of disappointment.
"You will have to discuss that with him when he comes out of his study," she added, her voice steady though she knew how much Valessia wanted to object.
Valessia's throat tightened. So many protests clawed for release, yet she dared not give them voice. Not here, not under the calculating eyes of the maids scattered about the sitting room. They lingered like carrion birds, waiting for her to falter, eager to rip apart her dignity piece by piece the moment she gave them reason.
"Also, if you need absolutely anything, don't hesitate to reach out to Penelope for assistance." Zara gestured toward the quiet woman standing near the wall. Penelope's hands were clasped neatly before her, her stance perfectly composed, yet her unease hung in the air.
