#Chapter 129: Caught II

Almara’s Pov I keep still in place, waiting for whoever this is in front of me to say more. When the awkward silence progresses on for a second too long, I begin to formulate a hopefully non-identifying greeting. “Yes, sorry I had to go to the bathroom for like the past hour.” I scoot past the tall blond man as though to resume my duties, which I suppose technically I am. “I’m going to clean the councilmen chambers now.” I say, not knowing if the servants here usually announce their duties. “That’s all right. I’ll do it.” The man says, perhaps a bit too eagerly. This is the only indication I have this might be Bess, still better to be safe than sorry. “No, I insist.” I say with more determination. “I’ll help you, then.” The man says. “Fine.” I agree, anything to get this moving along. So long as I gather the cups. We fall into step and head towards the large double black doors, the ticking of a clock somewhere suddenly filling the silence. We push open the doors and must have