Maid for Him
In the midst, Cressida stood with Miriam, and Bibo hovered beside his sister.
Cressida studied Isis carefully. “Why do I feel like she’s behind this?” she muttered.
“No one can say for sure,” Miriam replied warily.
“We’ll just have to wait,” Cressida said with a sigh.
“And watch some thief get dragged to prison,” Bibo added, sniggering.
“Shut up, brother,” Cressida snapped, silencing him.
At the podium, a royal maid offered chairs to Isis and Rhea, who sat gracefully. Rhea leaned over, whispering, “Don’t worry. Your emerald will be found.”
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