"Of course, my little cat," Evangeline murmured, her voice laced with a freezing, calculated calm. "I want you to search every inch of the King's chambers. Find any trace, any piece of evidence that reveals who he has been communicating or corresponding with. Anything at all."
Chester tilted his head, a playful, dangerously sharp glint appearing in his eyes. "Oh? And what exactly do you mean by anything, Your Majesty?"
"I know that look in your eyes, you rogue, and you know exactly what I mean," Evangeline cut him off, her violet eyes narrowing into lethal slits. "Depart now. You understand your objective. Cecilia will ensure you avoid any suspicion."
"As you command, my Queen," Chester purred, stepping backward into the shadows. He adjusted his dark cloak with a dramatic flourish. "If you will excuse me, then. I must look my best before slipping into a wing as dazzling as the King's."
