Madeline's POV
Mary, a young maid, slipped into my chambers like a shadow just after sunset, her steps quick and silent. I had been waiting for her, pacing the length of the room with a glass of wine I hadn't touched.
She closed the door behind her and dropped into a deep curtsy, eyes lowered in the perfect picture of loyalty. I had chosen her carefully weeks ago, planting her close to Violet with small bribes and promises of future favor. She had played her role well — the kind-eyed, gentle maid who offered quiet comfort and earned Violet's fragile trust.
Our deal was simple, I'd give her all the things she wanted, and in return she would get me information she could on Violet. We normally met every night after sunset, unless I decided to call off the meeting.
"Tell me what you've gathered," I commanded, setting the untouched wine down.
The maid straightened, voice low and hurried. "Luna Violet is pregnant, my lady."
