It's been two days and so far, so good. She's tried to keep under the radar, and it's been working out better than she thought it would. The king has somehow forgotten about their library discussion, and she's managed to stay out of trouble too.
It was a win for her.
She'd just finished delivering fresh linens to the upper floor when she heard someone call her name.
"Adina!"
She turned to see another slave she shared the room with, rushing toward her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
"There's a spill in the east corridor—you need to help clean it up. Fast. The nobles are using that path tonight," the girl said breathlessly.
Adina blinked, surprised. "Me? But—that's not my for—"
"Just go! We can't afford to slacken right now. The king will be furious if this gets out. I'll cover your next round."
Without waiting for a response, the girl shoved a rag and bucket into her hands and disappeared down another hallway.
