Something was wrong. Even when no one was saying anything, I could feel it. I could see it too. Guards around Liira's side of the castle had more than doubled. Hallways were littered with guards in armor at every turn. Their postures were ever alert. Gazes, scrutinizing. Hands resting on their weapons, ready to be drawn at the slightest sign of an attack.
From my chamber's window, figures kept disappearing into the forest every so often, while a number of them emerged. It wouldn’t take a military man to figure out that the patrols around the palace had intensified.
And apart from Carlytte, two new maidens trailed me everywhere I went. Samara and Norae were always dressed in typical maid’s dresses and assumed the acceptable humble posture, but they were anything but. At least not accord
