There was something funny about her guest, he thought to himself as he walked along the endless hallway.
But there was no mistaking the closeness between them…
Not the kind of closeness you saw between lovers…
He knew that if he asked her directly, she would probably tell him, but he was not willing to risk it. What would be his reason for asking? That he was concerned for her safety?
He scoffed.
Movement beyond the window caught his attention. There they were, walking into the gardens, hand-in-arm. A few feet away was a footman who followed them intently.
Her face was anything but pale as she strolled under the sun.
Was that what she was really like?
And her mouth was constantly moving…
He looked away from the window and continued his journey.
She didn't talk half as much when she was around him…
Yet she had said that he was not a bore to her…
At the end of the hallway, Hamhut stood there waiting, hands clasped behind his back.
