The sky was cloudy that afternoon, easing the summer heat, though the air still felt sticky on the skin.
Amos walked from the main kitchen of the royal residence. His steps were wide and quick, completely ignoring his surroundings. But his senses were working perfectly.
His ears caught everything, even from the darkest corners.
"Did you know the slave with Prince Sylas is the one who tried to harm His Majesty? I heard it from Marcus. He got fired because of that slave. I feel bad for him. He served loyally for many, many, years."
"Be careful. Don't you know we're not allowed to talk about that anymore?"
"I'm just curious. What does the slave look like? How could the prince be so into him that he ignored the fact he tried to kill His Majesty?"
"Oh, stop it! Didn't you hear they found the real culprit? Don't spread rumors!"
