The servants' observations followed me through the manor's corridors like persistent shadows. "Oh, Lana, such modesty does you no credit," called Margaret, whose knowing smile held implications I preferred not to examine. "When His Grace personally ensures someone's return, it speaks to influence that transcends ordinary service."

I offered polite acknowledgments while desperately seeking escape from their speculative gazes. 

My immediate goal remained unchanged: finding Cassius to express ...