Sairis's POV
Sairis looked down the hallway in both directions. The corridor was empty and quiet, the candles along the walls burning low at this hour.
He waited a moment longer, just to be sure, and when he was satisfied that nobody was coming, he pushed the door open and slipped inside.
He pulled it closed behind him without a sound.
Greta's private study was dark except for the thin strip of moonlight coming through the gap in the curtains.
He stood still for a moment and let his eyes adjust. He had checked before coming. He had made sure, through careful observation and a quiet word with one of the corridor guards who had no idea what he was actually asking, that the queen had retired to her chambers for the evening.
She was not going to walk in on him. He had made certain of that.
He still moved carefully.
