LOGIN- WILLOWMaisy wasn't wrong. News travels through these stone halls faster than a forest fire, and by two o'clock the next afternoon, the inevitable happened.I was standing near the tea station in the West Conservatory, wiping down the marble surface with a damp cloth, when the heavy oak doors slid open.Maisy stepped inside first, her chin tucked into her chest and her expression stiff as a board. She gave me a tiny, panicked glance before clearing her throat. "Lady Josephine, you have a guest. Miss Lucille Barrett has brought a floral arrangement from the royal greenhouse."I froze for a split second, my hand tightening over the damp cloth, before I forced my shoulders to drop and my eyes to fix on the tea tray.Miss Lucille swept into the room.She looked like she stepped right off a high-fashion runway, floating through the glasshouse in a towering gown of pale pink silk. Her long golden hair was styled in intricate curls over her shoulders, and her pale blue eyes swept over the
- WILLOWMy clock pointed to 1:15 AM when I decided to do one last check on my mother.The Rose Suite was completely quiet, except for the faint sound of the night wind against the thick glass. I pulled my dark grey hoodie over my cotton shirt, slid my hand into my apron pocket to make sure Noah's silver-alloy blade was resting safely in its leather sheath, and stepped out into the dark hallway.The West Conservatory looked entirely different at night. The high glass roof showed a bitter, starless sky, and the tall ferns left long, twisted shadows on the white marble floor.I walked softly down the side corridor. My rubber-soled boots barely made a sound as I walked across the stone floor. I reached the glasshouse door, checking the heavy iron bolt. Fully locked.I was just about to turn around and head back to my bedroom when a faint metallic scraping noise echoed from the far side of the servant stairwell.I froze, flattening my back straight against a wide stone pillar.I held my
- WILLOWMy thumb hovered over the screen of the black palace phone for five full seconds before I tapped the encrypted contact icon.It buzzed twice, and Noah picked up on the third ring. "Report.""Maisy gave me a tip," I said, keeping my voice low as I leaned against the doorframe of the empty ante-room. "Ronin’s men let a group of southern messengers through the east service gate around midnight. No names logged. They had southern pack brands on their forearms."A heavy and cold silence stretched over the line for a second."I'll have my personal unit sweep the east tower," Noah said, his tone turning sharp and clinical. "Stay in the west wing tonight, Willow. Keep an eye on the corridor leading to the Conservatory, but don't go chasing any shadows yourself.""Got it," I said, disconnecting the call before slipping the device back into my legging pocket.Sleep didn't happen after that. By four-thirty in the morning, my head was spinning so fast with thoughts of Ronin, Callum, and
- WILLOWI leaned in closer. "What?""I was dropping off fresh linens near the east gate guard quarters around midnight," Maisy whispered, her voice barely audible. "Two of Lord Ronin's personal aides were standing near the service entrance. They were whispering about a group of southern messengers who arrived through the side portal under a private clearance seal."My stomach did a hard, cold twist. "Southern messengers?""They weren't wearing royal colors," Maisy said, her brow furrowing. "They had black leather wraps over their crests, but one of them had a southern pack brand on his forearm. Lord Ronin's men let them straight into the east tower without logging their names in the gate book."I locked eyes with her, the warm feeling in my chest completely evaporating."Lord Ronin is meeting with those people inside the palace," I muttered, my fingers tightening over the sleek frame of my encrypted palace phone through my leggings."He's up to something nasty, Miss Willow," Maisy ag
- WILLOWMaisy was taking her job way too seriously.It was eight in the morning, and she was already humming a loud tune while balancing a folded pile of lavender silk sheets, two heavy wool blankets, and a brass tray of silver polish on one hip. I was dragged right behind her down the back corridor, carrying a stack of my own fresh cotton shirts and trying not to trip over the long hem of my apron."We have to set up your primary station in the West Conservatory ante-room," Maisy said, turning on her heel without dropping a single spoon. "Lady Josephine prefers her morning tea served at seven-thirty sharp, but since you’re her private caretaker, King Noah said you get direct access to the side kitchen. You don't even have to pass the main staff hall.""That's great, Maisy," I muttered, shifting the clothes in my arms. "Seriously. Less stairs, less people staring at my boots.""Oh, people are still staring," Maisy chuckled, tossing her dark braids over her shoulder as we reached the
- WILLOW"A devoted caretaker and a modest servant," Ronin murmured politely, though there was something threatening beneath his calm tone. "How touching. King Noah certainly knows how to find hidden gems in the most unexpected places."He straightened up, brushing an invisible speck of dust off his green velvet sleeve."Though I must admit, Miss Willow... for a humble border girl who claims to know nothing of palace life, you handle an interrogation remarkably well." He tilted his head, his hazel eyes gleaming with cold amusement. "Most staff in your position would be trembling in their aprons right now.""I am simply doing my job, my Lord," I said softly, keeping my hands folded neat and tight over my linen front."Of course you are," Ronin chuckled dryly, stepping back toward the center of the glasshouse. "Just remember that the palace is full of drafty corridors and long shadows. Stories have a funny way of unravelling around here when you pull on the wrong thread.""King Noah was







