POV: Caleb
I found her in the same corridor two days later, alone, a rag still in one hand and an expression on her face like she was doing sums that refused to add up properly.
She saw me before I could decide whether to announce myself, and for a moment neither of us said anything; the same wounded silence during the linen delivery remained hanging between us.
"You're following me," she said finally.
"I'm not following you."
"You're standing in the one corridor I happen to be in, for the second time this week."
"It's a large corridor. I'm allowed to walk through it." I heard how thin that sounded even as I said it.
An almost smile tugged at her mouth. "Right. Of course. Royal corridor privileges."
"Are you eating?" I asked, before I had decided to ask it, because it was easier th
