Charles Sharp smiled slightly, "It's best not to let him trace it back to us. It's no big deal to inform beforehand."
"But I lied."
"What?"
"This is what happened: after I was rescued back to the Presidential Mansion, unfortunately, there was an incident involving a female spy attempting to assassinate someone. Naturally, I couldn't reveal that I'm the Prime Minister's daughter. I was afraid my father would be implicated, so I fabricated a story that I was a servant in Frederick Palmer's household."
"Why specifically claim to be a servant in Frederick Palmer's household?"
"Because... isn't the Palmer Family in Northriver? I happened to know Frederick Palmer was attacked, so it seemed reasonable."
