Sairis's POV
"Well, I do hope she is capable," the shorter maid said, still talking as she moved her cloth over the desk. "The king is a wise man and…"
Her words cut off suddenly as the door opened sharply.
A guard stepped in. He looked annoyed, his eyes hard as they scanned the room slowly, moving from corner to corner as if expecting trouble to be hiding somewhere inside. His hand rested near his belt, not fully on his weapon, but close enough to show he was ready if anything seemed wrong.
His boots hit the floor with heavy steps as he entered further into the study, his gaze narrowing at the two maids still holding their cleaning cloths.
"What is going on here?" he asked, his voice sharp.
Both maids jumped slightly, glancing at each other.
"We are cleaning the room," the shorter maid answered quickly.
The guard did not respond at once. He walked slowly toward the desk and dragged a single finger across its surface, then lifted it to inspect it closely.
