"I don't judge personal affairs, Mary. That's not what this is." Blair stepped closer. "Interesting combination of men though. One gives you access to the King's private chambers. The other gives you access to the eastern corridor and war room. Were you in that corridor last night, say around three in the morning, Mary?"
A flush crept up Mary's neck. "Yes, Your Highness. I was visiting Marcus during his shift."
"Marcus didn't work that shift last night. I was there, however. You were meeting with someone else. Who was it?"
Mary didn't answer.
"No response. I see," Blair said after a long moment. "What is your real name, Mary?"
"Your Highness?"
"Mary isn't it. Emma is. Confirm."
The name landed on the throne room floor like a body.
Mary Sellsor's face did not move. It was the composure of a woman who had nothing to hide.
