Elian was long awake before the maids arrived.
He barely slept last night; each time he closed his eyes, he saw Lucien's annoying face looking down at him.
Groaning, he rolled out of bed and went to open the door.
"Good morning, sire. We are just bringing breakfast and warm bath water," the maid informed, glancing at her fellow maids.
Elian nodded. "Go ahead, please," he murmured, stepping out of their way.
"You can rest assured, sire. No one is putting anything in your bath," Charity smiled, giving Elian a curt nod before moving into the room.
Elian suddenly thought of speaking to Charity privately—maybe get her to confess to the council that their princess tried to kill someone.
But then he thought again: who was he to make the council listen? They'd probably label him with blasphemy and end up punishing him instead.
"Enjoy your breakfast, sire," Charity said, following her peers out of Elian's chamber.
