/Third Person POV/
Beth quietly slipped outside the kitchen, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. The housekeeper passed by several guards and the maids on the way, a weak smile plastered on her face. She cannot give away under the pressure of sneaking out, no matter how shaky her legs felt or her breathing elevated.
She was rarely asked to meet inside the Castle during working hours. It worried the housekeeper that something might be troubling the person who summoned her. Exhaling, she wiped the hands on her apron and pushed the door, which creaked at its hinges.
Once she was inside, Beth let out a sigh, closing the door behind her. She saw Sir Edmund sitting on his usual spot, a cigarette cradled in between his fingers. His hair appeared disarray like the Alpha had been pullin
