The chapel stood quietly within the palace grounds, a dim and solemn place where anyone within the palace was allowed to come and pray whenever they wished.
And though it was rarely ever crowded, it always carried a soft silence that seemed almost sacred, broken only by the occasional murmur of prayer drifting from distant corners or the faint sound of footsteps of those who came and left after seeking solace.
Verity had brought Thalia here because during one of her visits she had noticed an old woman who lingered around the chapel more than the others.
That alone had caught Verity's attention, and now, with everything surrounding the strange footman and the missing records, she was certain that if anyone in the palace held forgotten knowledge or old truths, it would be her.
They were here now, under the pretense of prayer, though neither of them had any intention of actually praying.
