EMMA’S POV
I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off about Allan. Maya's suspicions had planted a seed of doubt in my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was truth to her claims. As her loyal maid and confidante, I felt it was my duty to support her in uncovering the truth.
I made my way to Maya's chambers, my heart racing with anticipation. When I entered, I found her pacing back and forth, her expression determined.
"Emma, I need your help just as we had discussed" she said, her voice low and urgent.
"Of course, Your Majesty," I replied, curtsying slightly. "What do you need me to do? Are we still going on with the laundry plan?” I asked.
Maya stopped pacing and turned to face me. "I need a sample of Allan's clothes from the royal laundry.”
“You still doubt
