Mabel followed behind Michelle in complete silence.
Her heels clicked softly against the corridor floor, elegant and unhurried. The servants they passed lowered their heads immediately, moving aside without question.
Michelle reached her chamber door without noticing she was being followed by someone who wasn't supposed to follow her.
The moment she stepped inside, she exhaled softly beneath her breath. Her shoulders loosened slightly from the tension of the day.
Suddenly, she felt a cold and heavy presence.
Michelle turned sharply. Her breath caught instantly.
Mabel stood inside the room already. The door clicked shut softly behind her.
Michelle's entire body stiffened.
For one terrifying second, she genuinely wondered if Mabel had appeared there out of thin air.
"L-Lady Rowanfall…"
Mabel tilted her head slightly, im mockery. "Mabel would be fine." She said softly, almost like a hum.
