For three years, she had polished silver, ironed linens, and played the part of the invisible servant. But tonight, the "Spy Mission" reached its endgame. The "The Chu" documents, detailing the treasonous alliance between the Southern Lords and the bordering Empire, were within her reach. "The tea is cold, Elara."
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"I know why you're here," he continued, stepping into the light. "I’ve known since the second month. No ordinary maid knows how to walk without making a single floorboard creak." Spy Mission -A Noble-s Maid- -Final- By The Chu...
He looked her in the eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Consider your mission a success, Little Maid. Now go, before the guards realize I’ve 'fainted' from the shock of your betrayal."
Elara took the documents, the weight of the war-prevention strategy heavy in her hands. She gave a final, genuine curtsy—not to a master, but to a man who had chosen his country over his crown. "Thank you, Your Grace." For three years, she had polished silver, ironed
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She froze. The Duke stood in the doorway, his silhouette imposing. He didn't sound angry; he sounded weary. "The tea is cold, Elara
The Duke sighed, reaching into the drawer she had just been investigating. He pulled out a leather-bound folio stamped with the crest of the state of Chu. He held it out to her. "Because I needed someone to take it. My family has been bound by this debt for generations. If I give it to the King, I am a traitor to my kin. If a spy steals it... I am merely a victim of a very talented thief."