*Constance*

About halfway back to my rooms, Harriet was called away to another task. I told her I would be fine, and she begrudgingly agreed to leave me in the hands of one of the guards. The guard who then escorted me the rest of the way was unfamiliar to me.

I kept glancing behind me, trying to place his face, but it was cast in shadow. He moved with a strange gait that reminded me of a man with a bad leg. But such a wound would never be allowed on a member of the ...