Seraphine stood near the entrance of the inner chambers, her posture straight, her gaze fixed on the figure before her.
Morwenna still dressed as a maid, deceptively ordinary.
If one ignored her eyes.
Seraphine stepped closer, her voice low but edged with unmistakable warning.
“You will speak only when addressed this time" she said.
Morwenna tilted her head slightly, watching her.
“And you will choose your words carefully.”
Seraphine’s gaze hardened.
“Because if anything said within those chambers leaves this palace…” she continued, her tone dropping further and colder now, “…losing your head will be the least of your worries.”
Silence settled between them.
Morwenna held her gaze for a moment longer… then gave a small, almost amused nod.
“Understood.”
Seraphine didn’t relax or
