Lucien's POV
It hit me at that exact moment.
He was the one the chief of staff had been referring to.
"Yes, I was with her," Rowan said easily. "Have you seen her? Because she seems pretty drunk."
My brows lifted slightly.
"She's drunk?" I repeated, my tone controlled. Perhaps. "How is that possible? She's a maid. She's not supposed to be drunk. Not on duty."
He only laughed, like I had said something amusing.
"That is if she's on duty. But she's not," he replied. "And who says she's not supposed to be drunk? She's just a maid, Lucien. Not a slave."
He laughed again.
But there was nothing funny about what he had just said.
It only irritated me further.
"One's ability to get drunk shouldn't be limited to status," he added casually. "She's just a girl right now… having fun. With me."
My jaw tightened.
Out of everyone he could have chosen to "have fun" with… it had to be her.
Sansa.
A thought crossed my mind just then.
