Loreen's POV
Immediately Loreen left lady Candice and Henrietta in the gardens, he already knew where he was headed.
His steps were quicker now, sharper, as if something inside him had decided before his mind fully caught up. He followed the figure moving ahead of him through the hallway.
Maren.
He had seen her earlier near the garden entrance, just after Henrietta had arrived, right when he was still speaking with Candice.
At the time, she had looked like nothing more than a passing servant. Now, something about the way she moved felt wrong. Too fast. Too careful. Like someone trying not to be seen after already being seen.
It made Loreen wonder what Maren might have heard from their discussion, if anything at all. He really hoped she had not caught the wrong parts, because that would only make things more complicated than they already were, especially if she told it to someone else.
Loreen narrowed his eyes slightly and increased his pace.
"You there," he called out.
