Lyra's POV
Freya's words resounded in my ears even as I paced in the room.
Something was definitely up, but I was far from the centre of it, and as such, I couldn't know what it was.
As I stepped out of the room and locked the door with my own key, I noticed a flash of auburn hair move in the direction of the restricted hallway.
Only senior staff could go there, and Suzanne had only just resumed duty at this palace.
I followed her quietly as she made her way through. She moved with such calmness that it was apparent that this wasn't her first time here.
She took out a bundle, what looked like folded clothes tied into a parcel, and handed it to a cloaked figure.
“I found it in the pantry. I don't think it's supposed to be there,” she said in her innocent voice as usual.
I couldn't
