What was that?
Lirienne's voice was a whisper lost to the stone halls.
She leaned around the corner, her breathing silent and shallow.
There, moving slowly through the gloom, was a silhouette. The shape was unmistakably human, gliding closer with steady steps that echoed too evenly.
Was it Mirelle?
She held her tongue, watching with a mix of hope and wariness.
The figure finally stepped out of the corridor shadows and into the pale glow of moonlight infiltrating from a nearby window.
Lirienne let out a breath.
Oh… just a maid.
One of the older ones, by the look of her uniform.
Best she doesn't see me, Lirienne decided, slipping back, but then came the voice.
"Young miss, is that you?"
Lirienne halted mid-step.
Damn it.
She turned and gave a sheepish smile.
"Ah, yes! It's me. I was just—I was just… looking for a midnight snack! Haha!"
She said, scratching the back of her head in a forced gesture of innocence.
"Oh! In that case, I can guide you to the kitchen"
