The Captain of the Imperial Guard didn't look like a man handling a crucial piece of evidence. He looked like an exhausted civil servant who wanted nothing more than to crawl into his own bed before the morning shift began. He balanced the small, tattered book in his hand, flipping through the pages.
"Looks like nothing more than a maid's personal diary, Your Highnesses," the Captain said. He didn't even read a full sentence, his eyes simply skating over the uneven blocks of ink. "About her routine, some chores, and other things."
He held it out, and Yerel took the notebook without a word, remaining comfortably leaned against the bedroom door. He skimmed through it, lingering over a few pages longer than the others.
"Keep a secure hold on it," Yerel said, handing it back into the Captain's palms. "There are a few interesting details in there. Don't stop now. Keep searching, and tear up the floor if you must."
