"His residence," she whispered again, her lips curling into the faintest smile.
And after that she decided to headed towards the residence that he was assigned in Darken family.
He's quater was in the servent section where all the servent of Draken family lives.
Emma's steps were soft but unhurried, the whisper of her gown sweeping across the polished floors as she slipped away from the reception hall.
No one questioned her absence; somone at her status needed no excuse. Her fan rested loosely in her hand, flicking open and closed with idle grace, but her eyes carried the sharpness of a hawk scanning for prey.
The servant quarters of the Draken estate were far from the glittering halls above. A place of plain wood, narrow hallways, and the faint smell of soap and smoke. Hardworking, invisible hands lived here—the ones who kept the ducal family's grandeur spotless.
It was there Julies Evans had chosen to settle.
