Gideon
I looked into Clara’s cell, and recognized both the sheet and a carefully folded vest. Both were mine. Why did this scheming maid have a piece of my clothing?
Had Clara taken the items as some kind of trophy? Did she want a reminder of the night we spent together? I couldn’t guess what was going through her mind.
“So you are a thief, after all,” I said.
She had been accused of stealing something belonging to my brother Marcus. Another maid had testified to her innocence. But maybe there was a reason she was accused. Did she have a history of theft? I would need to find out.
I wanted to indulge Nora and let her have her friend close. But I could not have a thief among my servants. Royal servants were held to a high standard of behavior.
Clara looked confused. Did she not real
