On the other hand, I had just finished feeding Brielle the last spoon of the broth when the door was pushed open without warning.
At the same time, a young servant stepped in first, spine rigid, chin slightly lifted in the way only palace-trained attendants carried themselves. Behind her, the healer followed, expression neutral, already preparing the vial of medicine in her hands.
On the contrary, I recognized the servant instantly as she was the Queen’s shadow, more like her handbag, as the court quietly called her.
She has handled Luna’s correspondence, her private summons, and her delicate errands for years. If the Queen wanted something done quietly, this woman carried the message and would do it without a mistake.
From what I had heard, she had entered the wolf castle with the Qu
