Chapter 32It was morning already and Freya was up, when,The door creaked open, and the maid assigned to Freya stepped inside, broom and dustpan in hand. She moved with practiced ease, humming faintly as she worked. Her eyes scanned the room in a habitual sweep, checking corners and under the bed.Then she froze.Near the side of the bed, scattered in delicate clumps, were short strands of fur. Silvery, soft, almost glinting in the sunlight. She bent down, running her fingers over them. They felt nothing like the fabric lint she sometimes found. These were real.Her brows knitted together. "That’s odd... we don’t have any cats here," she muttered to herself. Her voice was low, almost as if she didn’t want to hear her own question.From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed, steam drifting faintly through the partially open door. Freya was bathing, completely oblivious.The maid shook her head but kept her curiosity alive. She swept the floor with careful, deliberate strokes
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